Egret is still sitting outside, splitting his attention between the surrounding marsh and the tower. The druid is quite intrigued by what exactly his companions are doing inside, but between Shump's massive form and everyone else crowding around the entrance, he has no clear idea of what they discovered. If his help was needed, Egret supposes they would call for him - and unless the tower is built by druids, which he doubts, he probably won't help much. Other types of magic are not his specialty.
So he stays here, meditatively observing and idly thinking about the situation, sometimes looking up to track the movement of the sun in the skies and checking if it's getting late. For a moment, Egret entertains a thought of talking with the grasses again, but there is not much he can ask them, especially if the misty lady talks with them as well. With nothing else to do, he eventually pulls out his guitar, and absent-mindely plays a few tunes... before a mischievous thought strikes him.
The very next minute, a small red-furred weasel darts between Lex and Brindel and into the tower. The small carnivorous mammal pauses before the door that Lex opened, chirps at Haelga and Shump, and then slithers inside to inspect the wheels on the door.
OOC:
Egret awakened his inner rogue.
(But yeah, shapeshifting into the weasel to get behind the doors, if the opening is wide enough?)
Last edited February 18, 2021 9:02 pm