*As the Hex stares at the tower, a bird flies over the tower and releases its bowels, narrowly missing Trekt's feet as it lands with a hearty splat. His goblin friend snorts at that, then nearly chokes when a voice booms from the ruined tower.*
"Fe, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of human mun. Be they alive or be they dead, I give their bones to Wicked Heads!"
*After the voice fades away there's a creaking sound followed by a screech of tortured metal, like a rusty gate or portcullis just closed. Or opened.*