One would not think that the mere addition of a moderate tower would be enough extra height to make the sea breeze turn into such a buffeting wind, but it was more than enough. Any loose strands of hair that they had were tossed like whips to their fullest. Penelope and Vale had an especially bad time of it.
Blackwood, however, paid their difficulties no mind. He moved to lean over the side of the tower instead, looking on into the waves, and after a few minutes nodding to himself, once he was sure that it was clear. "Tide will be going out for a while now," he muttered to himself, not seeming to expect a response. Then, he perked up and addressed the rest of them. "Well then, my Lady. A plan is what we're after. You have been commissioned by our Count Nest, and I imagine, with your honour on the line, you wish to see that duty fulfilled. But as you can see, we are severely undermanned at the moment. Your efforts might well be in vain."
