D doesn't admit to his own curiosity. The fact that he came here from the beach and was feeling the ground is proof enough in his mind of their shared interest. The place D comes from is strange enough that scaling such a tower to investigate a magical light would be considered suicidal and foolish, but also likely to come with a large payout for whoever could claim what was at the top.

"Three months." It's barely any time at all for D, and yet these three months are longer than he's lived anywhere in a very long time. His omen, a crow with an obvious scar line down its back, swoops down. The hat he wears makes landing on his shoulder difficult, but the bird manages it.

D doesn't even look at the bird or otherwise react to its return. "They might be there to protect Trench for this month each year, or just when creatures that large come towards the city."