Just to repeat and add to the post about the tower, before we get moving (and to provide some response to your monitoring of the tower from a safe distance):
Hidden beneath the grimy blackened goliath that is the Irespan, the lesser works of men huddle like weeds at the foot of the great trees that are the ruined bridge’s stone supports. Near one of these supports leans a decrepit and sagging clocktower, a dying structure of weathered stone, wood, and rusted metal supports that teeters to an unlikely height of nearly one hundred and eighty feet. High above, near the tower’s roof and barely fifty feet from the Irespan’s stony belly, a tangle of scaffolding sits near a section of the structure that has fallen away. The tower’s clock face is frozen in time, defiantly (and falsely) proclaiming it to be three o’clock, while above, a stone statue of an angel, her wings crumbling, leans precariously, almost as if she were preparing a final leap from her decaying perch.
The Shadow Clock is a minor marvel of engineering. The locals in the region half expect it to collapse any day, and several Shadow taverns have long-standing betting pools on how many structures it will crush and people it will kill when it finally falls. The tower itself is made mostly of limestone, with a tangled skeleton of wooden supports buttressed here and there by iron
bands. The stone walls are etched by wind, rain, and grime. While this pitted surface might seem to make for a relatively easy climb, the fact that so many of the stones are loose makes such a stunt dangerous, and indeed Danth well remembers the summer of his youth when two young boys, pickpockets and scammers, but children still, took a bet to race to the top window of the tower by climbing to see who could claim a jeweled dagger they had somehow managed to steal from a noble's retainer. Both boys fell. One broke a leg. The other, half-way up at the time, laughed and carried on. A crowd formed and watched him scale the tower, until and entire block that he was holding came loose and fell with him. Be broke his neck and the block made a mess of the rest of him. The hole, high up in the tower, is still visible. Children tend to leave the tower now, and it has gained a rather haunted reputation.
Nothing is visible entering or exiting the strange building.
