Albeci had barely time to make it inside before the door was slammed closed. He had witnessed one of the men fall down, and other float up. The others scrambled to open the door. It was in this commotion he drew near, using his stealth to make it there in time. He watched as one of the men skillfully picked a lock into the tower. Al slipped in. He hadn't seen action in a while, and was ready to get involved with whatever was going on with these guys. He took some time to survey the inside of the tower before seeing the man from before on the ground, writhing in pain. Al reached into his traveling bag, looking for something. A potion of sleep was pulled out by his gloved hand. If Al's services were needed, he would help. He was a mercenary, but he was an adventurer at heart. 'Just because i'm not getting payed doesn't mean this won't be worth it...' Albeci, acting before thinking, as he often did, didn't consider that maybe these men didn't need his help. Maybe they'll react violently. Maybe their murderors, and Albeci made himself their next victim. These thoughts didn't cross his mind even now as he wondered where this was going to lead...