Instead of welcoming further questions, the commander started walking precariously between hot springs until he reached the base of the tower that ended in a spire.
All Henry could do was follow.
He silently wondered if he would understand Polona with the confidence that the commander seemed to. He was forever grateful that the older knight had taken on this journey with him. Without his guide, he would have been completely lost.
When he joined him at the base of the spire that seemed to stand out of luck alone because it wasn't connected to anything supportive that might keep it standing there.
"I assume the shop is inside," Henry said. "Hopefully the bottom of it."
The commander smirked and walked along the bottom of the spire until he could see the impression of the old door and slid it open on its track.
