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Message: <blockquote data-quote="HolyMan" data-source="post: 5605590" data-attributes="member: 84167">The trip to the top of the tower is taxing (without hands to help even more so). Everyone is gasping for air and glad when the stairs stop and only a large double door stands before the group.Without comment or ceremony the guards lead the group through the double doors to a large rounded chamber with a sunken area full of pillows and couches. Draped doorways line the circular wall and the place is lit by silver candle scones set up everywhere. Tapestries decorate the walls and fine furnishings are in abundance. To tired to put up much of a fight the guards undo the groups bindings and leave them to stand in the room in wonder. "Whose there?" a gruff male voice comes from behind one of the curtained doorways before a tall man walks out. His hair is unruly and long. The start of an uncombed beard only a few weeks in growing is on his face but it seems out of place. His bone structure suggests almost an elven heritage but his thick limbs and facial hair speak of..."Jareth? Is that you?" the man asks."Tharivol," Jareth says unquestioningly knowing his former teacher anywhere.</blockquote>