Matuna figured he was getting close to the Tower, as he felt powerful energy radiating form somewhere.  Of course he didn't expect a warm welcome, but he only saw the in his mind inevitable fight as a chance to test his worthiness of entering and even looked forward to it a bit. Of course he had non intention of giving up on his goal until he either succeeded or died trying, and since the Tower was in a forest he had no reason to worry about food or water.

However when he arrived at his destination he found that there was no one waiting for him. Determined to make a grand entrance anyway, he swung his great sword planning to destroy the wooden door. However before the swing was completed he stopped his attack, the blade now in front of a servant's face. Without even blinking the servant pushed the sword out of his face, only showing surprise when he noticed the hideous creature it belonged to. The servant quickly regained his composure though. "I guess you didn't receive an invitation. Oh well the fact that the Tower informed me of your presence means you're welcome anyway."

"You're right no note was sent to me." Matuna answered both glad that he got in and disappointed that he got no chance to show his skills off. "If you don't mind me asking was schools do you specialize in?  The servant asked, while opening the other door for the visitor. "I use Fight Spells and I See Far." The Troll answered. 

The servant asked no further questions as he showed Matuna to his room which turned out to be better than he expected. There was a sharpening stone, a rack for his weapon, a bed that while more comfortable than the stone floor wasn't too soft in his opinion (meaning there was no mattress or pillow) and it had thick enough curtains that he could make the entire place dark to practice Mysticism at any time of day.