Its rounded surface was well pitted and pockmarked from many battles and clashes with sandstorms, but it had old bones that went deep into the ground and it was strong. On top of this tower, several guards stood peering through the thick battlements to get a look at visitors. The tower was strategically placed to give defenders a place to attack from above and force those that would assault the Keep to go around its base and be funneled into a wide gap between the outer walls where arrows and rocks would rain down on them. The area behind the tower was like a courtyard and was flat and open. Two connecting walkways crossed overhead for the guardians of the Keep to move back and forth from the round tower to the rest of the keep.
The young tribesman had been at the Keep for a few days already, but knew little of its other inhabitants, aside from the dreshi Lockwood and Denbar. So one of the reasons he'd come down to the parade ground was to remedy the situation and attempt to make a few friends. The other reason was that he liked to keep himself in shape by exercising. Although he was more than a little vain, it wasn't just vanity. Training as a Dragon Knight would require a constant high level of physical fitness.
Finding a quiet spot by the wall, he shrugged off his heavy robe and left it in a heap on the ground. Under the robe he wore breeches but nothing above the waist, enjoying the feel of the mountain air on his leathery browned skin. After doing as many push-ups as he could manage, he stood up and flexed his arms, then set off at a steady jog around the courtyard. All the time he kept his eye open for others who might be out and about to enjoy the early morningtide weather.