Nimrauko reached the Ancient tower at Nightfall. Looking up at its eerie form, he began to wonder if anyone was inside. Approaching the Doors, he gave one look around, to make sure none had followed him, and satisfied opened the doors. Once inside the tower he noticed it had not been occupied in some time. Dust lined the floor and the tables, and the stairs that led to the upper regions of the tower were worn and broken.

Nimrauko held his hand over the head of his staff and cast light, using the incantation he was taught. "amin kurwa kalina yassen beth". His staff began to shine, giving off enough light to show him where he is going. To his left a small rodent scurried in fear of the light.
Much like my people.....they remain underground, or in the dark regions, and fear the light......how quaint the similarities between them.

Climbing the stairs to reach the next floor of the tower, he began to realize the long road ahead of him to his destination. Once he reached the next floor he found an old cot, which would suffice for his stay, for it would be only one evening. "faarea" he said softly, and the glowing of his staff stopped, and darkness consumed the place once again. Laying down on the cot, memories flooded his mind.

Mor'raama approached Nimrauko with a look of disdain upon his face. "My son.....I have heard you went out there.....why do you disgrace me so? Have I not told you, your not one of them. You are Rauko, you shall always be Rauko. It is our duty to destroy the Weilders of the Light. Melkor's Dream shall be realized and the forces of light shall be no more........but my own son wishes to become that which we hate."

Nimrauko drifted off into a fitful sleep.