Shadows of the Silent Sorcerer
John R. Lehman
For a few moments, Kurach's dim intellect pondered the problem of entering the tower. He could scale the wall and enter through the window, perhaps surprising the sorcerer, but it was dark and the stones would be like ice beneath his fingers. Falling to his death would be a poor ending to this expedition. The door seemed to be the best way, but what wards would have been placed on that portal, none could say. Never one to over-think a problem, and with no other apparent means of entry, Kurach crept out from behind the boulder and slunk through the shadows until he reached the base of the tower. The moon had just begun to rise, and by its silvery light, the door appeared un-threatening. Truly, it was of poorer construction than the doors of some of the huts of the mountain people that he had seen. Worm eaten, and knot-holed, its wind-scoured planks barely seemed adequate to keep out the wind. It would be no impediment to a determined thief.