It was almost moonrise by the time Kieran had climbed the last of the stone steps that led to his tower. He unlocked the door and slipped inside, shutting it quietly behind him. He had cleaned it up as best he could from his last encounter and now the room was sparsely furnished, more suited to a monk’s lifestyle. Three bookshelves lined the far wall filled with various tomes and a writing desk sat under the only window, moonlight trickling in between the pulled back curtains.

A small r. . .