Upon inspection, the tower reveals itself to be made of dark, forbidding brick. Despite its enormous height, it does not dwarf the lower building behind it, which appears to go on and on to both the north and south. In the light of the sun at your back, the tower looks ancient, weathered, bruised but unbowed. Worn down a bit, but not worn out. More than thirty meters high, its round smoothness culminates in a wider portion at the top, and it has a few narrow apertures in its side.

By contrast, the wooden wall of the building farther east looks glossy and much newer, although it too has seen its share of wind, rain, sun, and passing days. You approach, and the building starts to have the earmarks of a dwelling as you see it more clearly. The grounds are neatly kept. A circle of stones, well away from the nearest large bushes, suggests a firepit. Some tools lean against the wall of the dwelling. All the signs say that some caretaker abides here.

You continue onward.