Tumek had said to see her.
Slowly, Craig got up. Stiff, shuffling, weary, he made his way to the room's one slot-like window.
The night outside was brighter now, blue with Roh's chill rays. The Kukzubas towers loomed sleek and shining, sheer to the very sky.
And there was the Central Tower, also; the Tower of Zenaor—rising even higher and more starkly than the rest.
How could any man hope to get into that grim crypt to talk to Narla? Every door would be locked, every entrance guarded.
At least, on the lower levels.
But higher, perhaps....
Thoughtfully, Craig appraised the towering structure.
Invading it would be madness, pure and simple.
And yet, with the starship shattered, what did he have to lose?