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((Putting this in the desert since it seems like the most suitable place, but feel free to move it if you think there's a better spot for it.))

The White Tower is the creation of Lady Selene. It is a great spire, spiraling upwards to the heavens. It is said that, were one to attempt to climb the stairs to the top, they would surely die of exhaustion before ever reaching the tower's peak. This is stuff and nonsense, of course, as there are no stairs leading to the top of the tower.

The tower is entirely white, a glittering monument against the desolate backdrop of the desert. It is surrounded by an oasis of green. Odd, beautiful, and dangerous plants grow in the gardens of the tower's vast courtyards, and some of these have magics of their own.

There are no doors that lead into the tower, though the inhabitants are able to freely move in and out. It is said that the tower recognizes its own, and allows no outsider to see the door.

There is something strange about the tower's splendor, something odd about the way it seems to draw magical energy to itself. What could be the purpose behind Lady Selene's building of such a thing?

Achar walked through the garden, waiting for some sign of Liza and Mawu, and saw the man, with a quizzical, yet somehow also uncaring, look on his face. "Prithee, who might thee be? And what business dost thou have in the court of the Lady?" Achar asked, seeing the man standing up against the tower. Achar put his left hand in his pocket, gripping his spell book, and left his right hand at his side, ready to make any necessary motion to cast a spell at the stranger.

Seth turned to face Achar, obviously surprised by the man.
"You speak in one of the tongues of old. I know no others than myself that can speak like that."
Seth paused for a moment and then shook his head as if just remembering something.
"I'm deeply sorry. I forgot to answer your question. My name is Seth Tasuki. I used to know the now out of control Heir of Saraga. I heard that some anti-Jet forces were headed here so naturally I came here. I wish to help in any way possible. I can provide blueprints and several other 'inside' informations."

Inside the Tower, before the throne of Lady Selene, there was a swirl of black and white energy, and Liza, Mawu, and the party appeared. Anyone unaccustomed to teleportation as a form of transportation would likely find themselves a bit unsteady on their feet or possibly even experiencing some nausea. Because of the haste with which Liza and Mawu had to escape, they didn't have the chance to make the trip a more pleasant ride.

Outside, Achar would be able to feel the arrival of the guests. Seth, however, having not been attuned to the tower, would feel nothing out of the ordinary.

Before the group sat a regal and, arguably, very beautiful Elven woman. She was seated upon a glittery throne of white, a physical manifestation of the Tower's energies. Her long hair draped over the back of the throne, and her gown and robes were pure white. Even her skin was fair, and there was a gentle smile on her lips.

Welcome, guests! The woman's mouth did not move, but her voice came instead as a soft murmur in their heads. I am Lady Selene, and this is my Tower. We have much to discuss...But first, I believe you all must be very tired, and you must have many questions for me. Feel free to ask of me what you wish. You are safe here.

Lady Selene smiled as she rose from her throne, her white clothes trailing the ground as her hair flowed around her.

"Indeed I am," she said aloud, her voice just as soft and melodious as it was in her guests' heads. "And my hospitality is freely given."

She moved down the few steps toward where her guests stood, her robes making her appear ghostlike.

"Most of you are wounded," she said as she neared Shadan, observing his wounds with a look of worry. "And there was to be an Imp amongst you. Where has she gone?"

'Forgive me if I am intruding on anything, Lady,' Achar said through the telepathic link between them, 'But what do you desire me to do with our unforeseen guest? Do you wish to meet with him also, or shall I simply send him off?' All the while, Achar also kept an eye on the intruder, seeing if he would try or say anything shifty.

Lady Selene paused and closed her eyes for a moment. To those standing before her, it would appear as if she were deep in thought, but, truthfully, she was merely speaking with Achar outside.

I have detected your Zone of Truth spell, if I am not mistaken? she asked him. Then see what it is he hoped to accomplish by coming here. He has the stink of Lord Jet about him.

Lady Selene opened her eyes and smiled once more at her guests.

"Apologies," she said. "There was some business to attend to in the garden."

Lady Selene moved over to Shadan. When she touched him, swirls of white would form around his body, lasting for a few moments before dispersing. When they vanished, all his wounds would be healed.

"It is unfortunate that the villain Lord Jet has captured your friend," Lady Selene said with a saddened face as she moved now toward Zenith. "But she was one of the Imps, and one does not wrong one of her kind without swift justice."

Lady Selene bent over Zenith now and waved a hand over him. As with Shadan, swirls of white cascaded over him and, when they vanished, his wounds would be healed.

"Now," she said, straightening up, "as to why I asked you here...I will be blunt. I require your assistance in overthrowing the tyrant Lord Jet."

'You are correct, Lady.' Achar responded to Lady Selene, 'And I shall do so forthwith.' At this moment, Achar would simply appear, also, as if he were in deep though in front of the stranger, then he snapped out of it.

"If you will pardon the repetition." Achar began, speaking to the stranger, "Why art thou truly here? What business dost thou have in the courts of the Lady?" He asked. The zone of truth spell would have taken full effect, and its powers would be quite unavoidable, the stranger would have to tell Achar the truth. If he avoided it, Achar had other ways of going about getting the information from the stranger.