Rotating Towers: Owlhurst (Part the First)

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Gnomish whitesmith Bielek of Ulek and flamboyant polymath Owlet of Highfolk are conferring beside the door to Sarata's former lair.
Owlet: I had something more...menacing in mind?
Bielek: How about doing the eyebrows in white gold?
Owlet: Right, because geriatric timber wolves are real scary.
Bielek: It could be a Winter Wolf!
Owlet: We're trying to move away from ice-denizen imagery!
A page entres.
Bielek: Well, you've rejected black iron, lead, and steel! What am I supposed to do, smelt--
Owlet: [to page] Yes, what is it?
Bielek: Who is that?
Owlet: Haven't you met the newest member of our company? An orphan from Chendl, he's so enamored of his Lord, he's taken his name as his own.
Bielek: Is that so! Well, what do you have for us, Page Davis?
Page: "Uncle Owlet"'s presence is requested in the Hall of Gates.
Later, in the Hall.
Page: This way, Uncle!
Owlet: But that's the gate to my tower! Did Korgrim--
He steps through.
Owlet: --have something to do with this?
The page appears beside him.
Page: He asked that you close your eyes before proceeding downstairs.
Owlet: Ridiculous! There's no way I'll consent to do that!
Page: Uncle Korgrim suspected as much, which is why he gave me this.
Page raises a wand.
Owlet: What the Hext--
Page: Botox!
Owlet: MY EYES! Oh, ye GODS! I cannot see!
Page: Take my hand, Uncle!
Owlet: You treacherous snipe! When I regain my sight--
Page: Korgrim waits below with the remedy.
Owlet: --I'll sell you both to Infernal slavers! I'll have your worm-ridden hides sold as inferior wineskins! I'll--take your hand away, I can find my way blind better than most sighted men in full daylight!
He descends through a trapdoor.
Korgrim: FRIEND OWLET! WELCOME! XOTOB!
Owlet regains his sight. He is momentarily at a loss for words.
Here endeth Part the First.