[Confirmation or denial of said forest will likewise give me reason to change mine, but while we're assuming...]
Another peaceful night on the road, wide open expanses, and none of Faerun's larger cities in sight, it's a good night and good location for some pillaging, or just some mayhem. Lazing, half-asleep, bored of open expanses, Naien lay upon the back of her mount, another Redspawn, a Firebelcher this one, accompanied by a younger male of her kind, another Arcaniss. Not her own by blood, but raised as her own child, Nixue had remained with her thus far, intent on courting his foster parent. Tonight it was he who made sure their mount kept to the road, that is until spotting tree line in the distance.
Always looking to win the approval and heart of Naien, Nixue turns the Firebelcher off the road, at the same pace, and moving them closer to the forest. It would not take long now, he knew, and nor did it, for as soon as the smell of dense foliage became known to the resting mage-priestess, did her eyes snap open, first about to tear into Nixue for the deviation, but he met her eyes with that same mischievous twinkle she often had shown him, when it came to doing the will of their Goddess. Returning her gaze then to the trees, Naien silently admitted to herself, that when the time had come right, and if he kept this up, Nixue would have her for certain, and for life, as he had just found her some entertainment for a boring night.
They stopped, nearly a quarter mile into the wood, ate, rested, and shared glances and flirtations. Tiamat willing, this little band was soon to grow another three within the coming year. Then came the night's fun though, Naien and Nixue keeping their spells to themselves, set their mount to breathing jets of flame into the surrounding forest, setting what quickly became a roaring blaze all around them. Bathed in red-orange glow, the pair and their mount moved deeper into the forest, in search of sentient inhabitants, hoping for wood elf, hoping for a meal of their meat, and Nixue, hoping their wicked romance would reach a new high that night.
With the Firebelcher's aid, the raging wildfire, headed most strongly toward the emanations of dark magic, the three subconsciously drawn by it. As if the approach of so many intruders to the tower were not bad enough J'dia might possibly find an inferno filling the forest behind him, and the resourceful tower occupants, might surely detect the approaching blaze, if not in fact, the small band of Dragon Spawn, the specially bred agents of Tiamat herself.
The romance of the night came to an irritating halt, more so irritating to poor Nixue, than to curious Naien, when they found no screaming elves to terrorize, no innocents to slaughter and feast upon, no gold to plunder, just a 'damned tower' as a disgusted Nixue put it, then vowing to find a means and excuse to obliterate this eyesore, and again be the only evil force aside from Tiamat in the heart of his foster mother. Naien gave the Firebelcher the confirmation to move forward then, then returned a bit of hope to her grumbling partner in mayhem, "It was fun, too bad all we found was this ruin. Glad I am, to have you along, my darling Nixue. Shall we see if the old tower has anything of worth?"
A mischievous grin, and renewed hope, Nixue nods his agreement.