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Lara had been riding for a solid day when she finally saw the tower her employer had laid out for her in the map Lara had been given.
In the setting sun, she looked the place over from a vantage point on a hill opposite and bit her lip, wondering how she was supposed to get in. The high walls of the castle below were in serious disrepair. Some had crumbled to just piles of rubble and the ones that hadn't looked treacherous to her eyes even from this distance. Maybe she could scale them but she would likely start a rockfall and get buried underneath it. Not worth the risk.
The tower itself though...that seemed relatively unaffected. Not that it had been repaired or bolstered in any way, just that time and nature didn't seem like they had been inclined to touch it. If she'd been a betting woman, she'd have put money on the tower being no more than twenty or thirty years old. Certainly far younger than the stones of the walls below it.
It was also at least twice as high as the highest of the walls below it. Lara groaned as she realised the rope and grapple she had brought was never going to reach the small window at the top.
She sighed and kicked her horses flanks to get it moving. At the base of the tower she set camp and lit a small fire, laying out her bedroll and putting a pot on to boil. Maybe inspiration would come after a hot meal and some sleep.
In the setting sun, she looked the place over from a vantage point on a hill opposite and bit her lip, wondering how she was supposed to get in. The high walls of the castle below were in serious disrepair. Some had crumbled to just piles of rubble and the ones that hadn't looked treacherous to her eyes even from this distance. Maybe she could scale them but she would likely start a rockfall and get buried underneath it. Not worth the risk.
The tower itself though...that seemed relatively unaffected. Not that it had been repaired or bolstered in any way, just that time and nature didn't seem like they had been inclined to touch it. If she'd been a betting woman, she'd have put money on the tower being no more than twenty or thirty years old. Certainly far younger than the stones of the walls below it.
It was also at least twice as high as the highest of the walls below it. Lara groaned as she realised the rope and grapple she had brought was never going to reach the small window at the top.
She sighed and kicked her horses flanks to get it moving. At the base of the tower she set camp and lit a small fire, laying out her bedroll and putting a pot on to boil. Maybe inspiration would come after a hot meal and some sleep.
