Chapter 3: Again From The Top
Tobias collapsed into a high-backed chair that might have once been very elegant, even that of a long ago Lord, but was now battered and tattered from disrepair and an unknown season of neglect whilst the tower had been abandoned. The chair seemed to fit Tobias, and was his favorite, and he'd intended to one day have it repaired and restored... but hadn't found the time nor energy to do so as of yet. He gestured to a mug which had been empty but a moment ago and was now full of cool springwater. This he drank slowly, nearly too tired to swallow.
Finally, he spoke a few words of command and motioned to the walking corpse, an horrific sight to behold, to lie down upon a worn couch and take a position of repose. When it was thus, Tobias released the dark magic which he'd employed to animate the dead tanner.
"You'll stay here Elton, through that door there's a small room. You'll be able to look out the window without fear of being seen from without, the enchantments upon this tower will not allow it without my permission. I will ask that you remain there. I'll see that food and water are brought to you while I rest and afterward while I bring these tidings to those in the town..." He sighed wearily. The dread of what he'd have to do was growing heavier upon him.
"Dumoss, will you see to Elton and the room? I must rest briefly and then I would accompany you to break the news. We should be very safe here, but I would appreciate if you'd be watchful while I'm at rest." This was said, in part, to give the elf something to do. Idleness might compel him toward leaving the tower, which could complicate things even more.
Finally, not even getting up from the heavy wooden chair, Tobias closed his eyes, and fell asleep, his head sagging slowly to one side.
OOC: Will try to rest for an hour or so, just long enough to regain his wits a bit...