Never meet your heroes.

On the east side of the square was the peculiar tower he had noted from below. The scholarly figures gathered there suggested a library of sorts, and on closer inspection, his suspicions were confirmed. All were garbed in flowing black robes with shaven heads, and through the bridges of their noses, black spikes curved upwards. The askaba. He felt something stir inside him at the name; he recalled Planter’s curse and the chest, and stepped back into the shadow of a statue when one of them glanced over. So these were the advisors of the Dunns. But what had they to do with the ashen?