[IRP] The Highest Spire

[Andy]

"Ours for the moment, yes," Ambrose replied, dismounting and leading his palfrey inside. The roof had been torn away in some storm long ago and the walls were cracked and, in some places, broken through. It was a place that could be defended, but not a place that could be held long term. "Travelers use places like this for shelter when we can find it, makes the wind less chill at night." He let go of the reins, and his horse ducked its head to the grass growing up from the dirt that served as the floor. The dais in the middle of the room, where once the stone rolled to crush wheat to flour, sat empty, the stone fallen to one side.

"Now, we wait for the villagers."