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Hector grabbed some late night snacks from the kitchen on the first floor, then made the trek all the way back up the Tower of Night and across one of the interconnecting nightrock bridges near the cavern ceiling. His destination the Star Tower, which could only be entered from the top floors, because the bottom half of the structure was still missing.

The restoration effort had not yet made any progress on the Star Tower, as it was the most daunting project by far. The other towers just had to be renovated and updated, but the Star Tower's foundation had to be completely rebuilt.

How the Star Tower was managing to hang there in midair like that with only its connection to the rocky ceiling to support its weight, Hector still had no idea. A part of him thought that it would collapse any day now. And why anyone would choose a room in the most unstable tower in all of Warrenhold, Hector also wasn't too sure about.

But that was exactly what Melchor had done. For whatever reason, the man known as Darktide preferred this place.

Hector had been meaning to ask him about that decision. Maybe he'd do that today, too.

From the inside, though, he supposed the Star Tower didn't feel that unstable. The stone floor felt perfectly solid under his feet, if a bit uneven due to the dangling building's slight tilt. There were large cracks in the halls as well, but the area with nightrock was of course perfectly pristine. The special material crafted by Stasya Orlov in an age long past did have the ability to regenerate itself, after all.

Melchor's chamber was within the Star Tower's large subsection of nightrock. Hector knocked on the hefty stone door, though the act was done more out of courtesy than need, since he knew that Melchor and Orric would have sensed his approach long beforehand.

"Come in, Lord Goffe," came Melchor's familiarly penetrating voice.