Wild-Walker

Tired of having to deal with the red-head's recalcitrance, you point at her and she grins eagerly and strides toward you, pleased to finally have a shot at you. You step forward and grasp her by the throat, her own hands coming up to strike at you until you stop them with another gesture. Suddenly she gasps as you rake her with fiery pains from head to toe. You increase the intensity and tears form in her eyes. Breaths start to sob from her. Litessa looks on with eyes that fear for her own inevitable turn, and Marait, watching, tenses sympathetically. Ura lies exhausted on the ground. With a snap you are gone.

You take the two of you to another room of the tower. It is large, probably taking up the entire floor of the tower. It has open windows on the east side, and is dimly illuminated by light from outside, where the sun is on the other side of the sky. Through the window is a clear view of the cliffs and mountains. The room is strangely furnished, the stone floor sandy and dry, the walls flat slabs. Large rocks are strewn sparsely across the floor, some as tall as a man. You release her throat and body and turn in a circle. "I built my tower here to enjoy the best aspects of all this land had to offer. You and your companions probably chose it for much the same reasons. A pity you couldn't truly enjoy the full effect without being able to teleport throughout it. We're on the third level; the fourth, naturally, is the water, the fifth forest, and the sixth earth. I thought you'd find this level the most... intense. You're a woman of the forests, dark, dangerous, and closed-in. Always something to put your back against, always something challenging to oppose. The open cliffs, the dry air, the openness... this room is especially frightening, is it not? But I apologize for my rudeness; I have only talked, never listening. You are Kerritan, yes?"