Magic Tower?

"What brings you to our humble abode, sir?" inquired the old man, his demeanor hospitable.

"I require accommodations for my party," I stated simply, leaving the specifics unspoken as I awaited the village head's response.

The old man gazed upon the youthful man with vibrant, golden locks, and in his weathered eyes, a glimmer of hope ignited.

It was as if a treasure trove of gleaming gold coins had arrived at the doorstep of his humble village, promising a brighter future and a chance to escape the shackles of poverty that had long weighed upon his community.

The ornate carriage, adorned with intricate designs and pulled by a team of majestic steeds, was a sight to behold. The guards, clad in exquisite armour that shimmered in the sunlight, stood tall and proud, their very presence commanding respect and awe. Even the warhorse, with its regal bearing and meticulously groomed coat, seemed to exude an air of superiority and privilege.

This was precisely the scene that the old man's grea