Graham (Date 1/12/6)

Graham cut an odd figure. His pale skin and red eyes seemed otherworldly, but his features were clearly those of human with a touch of elvish blood. His first words were in the strange, alien tongue of the tower, but when he saw looks of confusion he quickly switched to the Common tongue of Malwan. He claimed to be the caretaker of the tower, but showed little to no interest in greeting the party as visitors. Mostly, he seemed surprised to find them – or anyone – on the first floor. He busied himself with assessing the damage, winding up the one working robot to begin cleaning, as he avoided the parties many inquiries. “The Tower of Trials isn’t prepared,” he said, adding. “You’re too early anyway. How did you even get in?” For a short time, the party had him trading answers question-for-question. Graham seemed most interested in civic details of Malwan. How many cities did it have? What was the population? How long had the current king ruled? The party got little in return, and eventually angered Graham enough that he returned in heavy armor and attacked them. Driving them from the tower, though clearly taking pains not to kill them.

Using a haste spell to avoid the giants camped outside, the party ran to the hills with several stolen pieces of property (a pair of skulls, Narlock’s notes and some ledgers from the office). Their investigations revealed several things. The skulls belong to an elf and a human who seemed to live in the time around the breaching of the fey seal at the forest fortress. Both had been captured by a bright light. Narlock’s notes spoke of his plans to face the trials and his worries about the fate of Malwan should he fail. The ledgers contained a series of reports on the various racial populations of Malwan concentrating on the six races found in the display room next door (human, elf, boggard, goblin, duergar and gnoll).

The party had also made attempts to talk to the “ghost” which occupied what Graham referred to as “the guest room”. At first, it responded to queries, moving up and buzzing around the questioner, but seemed to grow quickly frustrated, retreating into whatever pocket of space its kind folded into. They made plans to try to contact the ghost of Narlock’s tower on their return to Malwan.