The Curator of Souls

There wasn't much of note on the ground floor of the mysterious tower, only washed-out paintings and hieroglyphics present on the wall, which led him to approach the curving stairs that led up to the next floor.

"You sure about this, 'Milio?" Blimpo asked, hesitantly following him up the stairs.

It was definitely a sign of something being creepy beyond just superficial means if the elven tinkerer himself presented doubts that bypassed his incredible curiosity, so signs of worry weren't merely rejected by Emilio.

He nodded, "Adam told me to come here, and Adam is on our side–I think. If I can get help from this, then I'll take it."

"Yeah, that makes sense," Blimpo agreed, swallowing his hesitations.