Jen was in one of the towers, reading by candlelight. She had dusted off one of the many armchairs. She wasn't really expecting anyone to come, then again, how many people would climb all those stairs just to stare out into a dark night. The night was one with a moon. Hence why she had so many candles out. What she failed to notice was the very light sound of someone ascending the wooden spiral staircase that led up to her.