The Clockwork Man was right behind his compatriot every step of the way, though he chose to climb more conventionally using hand and feet, along with a helpful magnetic pulse from his metallic body. He too crested the top of the tower, noticeably a few seconds behind the human, and jumped into a crouch beside him to consider their next move. 

“It’s likely the Mystan is in there.” He nodded down towards the very top of the tower, which unfortunately had no easy access windows for them to make use of. 

“We’ll have to go through there.” He nodded further down, at a window roughly a floor below where they needed to go. The Clockwork Man was forced to raise his voice somewhat, betraying its unnatural nature, because of the shrieking wind so high off the ground. For once, he was glad he couldn’t feel anything.

He slid and dropped, falling back and through the window below and cracking through two thick plates of glass with a sharp kick, sending the sound of shattering shards all throughout the dark room he fell in. The sounds of the outside permeated the room to further his lack of stealth, and he stood and shook glass from his jacket with as much dignity as he could muster. The room was empty, a quick glance was enough to tell him that, but whatever lurked outside in the corridors between him and the upper floor access was likely to know exactly where he was now. He opened the door gingerly, prepared to slam it shut, and took a brief look outside.