"Lucien" Flavius Fireweaver said,"it's getting dark and this cold rain is getting to me. We need to find someplace to take shelter for the night."
"I heartily agree" chimed in Leod as the dwarf shook water from his beard. "The rain will make my armor smell."
"Even more than it does now?" piped in Kassie from inside her rain darkened cloak.
"Careful there lassie. Remember who patched you up when you got that last wee scratch."
"Sire, I know there is a ruined watchtower just a ways up the road on that rocky outcropping there." said Kalten, the large man in chainmail. "At one time it commanded quite a view over the valley."
"Then lead us there, my faithful squire." Replied Sir Lucien. "We will need to rest so we can continue our journey to the Brethren Chapter House near the Altengard border. If the weather holds we should be there the day after tomorrow."
The party soon reached the ruined watchtower and entered through the broken door. Scattered about on the floor were bits of gnawed bone, rusty pieces of armor and a few broken weapons. Water ran down the inner walls where the tower's roof was missing.
"Hey Kalten, what a wonderful place you picked. No nice road side inn for us. Next time I get to pick the arrangements." quipped Kassie as she poked through the debris in the tower. In a quieter voice she continued "Hey guys, I don't think we're alone. There's stairs leading down back here and I see faint light coming from there. And a stench greater than Leod's coming from down there."
"Let's go check it out" said Lucien. "Kassie your with me up front, just in case there are any traps. Kalten and Flavius behind us. Flavius give us some light. Leod, you have rear guard. Steady now."
Slowly and quietly the party descends the stairs....