Mustafa the Vampiralgietch
Human Cleric
AC: 10 HP: 17/17
PP: 13 PIv: 10 PIs: 13
Conditions: --
Concentrating: --

Mustafa's curiosity peaked at the name, and then at the story. Towers weren't something that usually disappeared. Unless that, in the last few years, his Qatholik brothers had produced engineers capable of such marvel. Well, Constantinople was a capital of culture, where people brought inventions and discoveries from everywhere around the world (and hopefully sold them to the rich); If a "Vanishing Tower" sort of spell had been invented, he thought he would have heard of it.

"Merhaba, my lady. Apologies for the interruption, I am Mustafa Hanin" He introduced himself rather quickly and selflessly, as a mere obstacle in the way of the actual conversation to be had. "Did you say the tower... disappeared? May I ask how come? Even the ruins of a fortress can be fortified and used for defense. Did they need the stones for a different building?"