only one way up

The man's gesture brought her out of her frozen state, and she slowly trod forward, ducking to ensure that her beautiful crystalline horns didn't snag on the low-lying branches. She gave a soft nod, her body relaxing into its usual state- that of demurity, of innocence, of soft beauty- the typical posture of a courtesan. Feminine and delicate and soft-spoken, and never harsh or crude or strong.

"Yes," she said, her voice soft and slightly melodic. "I have no idea how to get in, but yes, I want in." Her gaze sharpened as she turned to look at the tower, still climbing higher. "I have a feeling that there are great treasures hidden inside that may be beneficial to us layfolk." 

Her eyes softened once more as she turned to the man, her eyes taking in his rugged attire, the slight beginnings of scruff at his jawline, the hair long enough to curl at his nape. There was a lot to like about what she saw, but she knew nothing about him. Yes, the man was beautiful, but she could not trust him on beauty alone. 

Still, this was likely her only chance to get into the tower. Sticking out a slim hand, she nodded. "My name is Nymphodora, but you may call me Nym." She looked him up and down once, taking a final look at her new partner. "And what, pray tell, do they call you?"