The players spent the next hour exploring the castle.
It wasn't like there was so much to explore, but curiosity had a way of making the mind see possibilities where there were none. The Tower had already proven it was capable of holding surprises, the egg being the biggest one yet and none of them were ready to assume they'd seen it all.
The first floor was just as they'd left it: dusty stone tiles, faint cracks running like spiderwebs along the walls, and faint shafts of light slipping through the occasional slit in the stone. Their footsteps echoed softly, the only other sound coming from the faint whine of the wind curling around the outside. Every so often, a loose pebble skittered across the ground under someone's boot, loud in the silence.
The tower reminded Drahon of one of those Victorian-like towers in the horror movies he watched back at the orphanage.
