You are within a small, broken tower. A cracked, spiral stair leads up to nowhere, for there is no upper level. The walls on this level are smashed so that you can see outside toward the dark and skeletal trees. In the center of this ground level is a large throne formed entirely of skulls, their socket- less eyes staring at you. On either side of the throne, a crackling brazier stands, causing the shadows to writhe and dance as though alive. What is left of the walls are covered with bookshelves full of countless dusty books and tomes. High on the cracked wall behind the throne, one of the few patches where the stones still look sturdy, is a massive bronze relief: a rapier crossing a war gauntlet.