"I am so happy you approve," Raistlin wasn't even sour about what had just happened, being a sardonic shit just came naturally to him. He tugged at his arm to see if Wade would get the hint, and either way lead the way into the courtyard.

The gates, of course, swung shut behind them.

The Tower of High Sorcery of Palanthas had once been a shiny, beautiful marvel of architecture and magic alike. It still was, really, but it was like someone had rubbed thick black soot over all of it. All the detail was still there, the delicate stonework and thin arches supporting the walkway around the top of the main spire, it was just... no longer glittering white marble and gold. Not in appearance, at least.

"I suppose I could demonstrate fire out here."