After climbing snowy cliff-sides for what felt like hours, the tireless Automaton finally paused to look across the expanse, his target clearly in view. The giant tower up ahead was so ridiculously fantastical he couldn’t help but be awed.

“Now, if I were a betting man I would place the Mystan at the top of that tower.” The Clockwork Man said ironically, pointing towards said tower with one hand as he half crouched beside his human ally. “Probably guarded by an entire army.” He added.

“Got any ideas?”