Val chuckled. "The way the person who sold it to me told the story, it was apparently built by a marquess to fit his whole family and entourage. He had quite a taste for extravagance, as you can imagine", he smiled. "When he died, his eldest son inherited it; but he loathed having to take care of this tower that he considered pointless and garish. He sold it to get rid of it. For a while, it was empty and managed by the person who sold it to me. They had much trouble finding a buyer... By when I purchased it, it had fallen in disrepair, and they were desperate to sell it".

"So you swooped in, and got it for peanuts?", Adrien said with a cheeky grin.

"You could say so", Val smiled. "Nobody else was interested in a tower in the middle of nothing".

"Yeah, well", Adrien chuckled. "Anyway, I think it fits you far more than it would have fit that marquess".

Val chuckled. "Of course", he said with a little grin, "Who could fit a tower better than a sorcerer?".

"A dragon!", Adrien laughed. "Or a princess".

"Maybe you're one of them", Val said with a little smile.

"Really! Which one do you think I am?", Adrien chuckled.