You have eaten your fill, entered the tower, and found a torch. You're all dressed in what only close inspection would reveal to be women's clothing, except for Bombor, who is wrapped in saffron silk like a monk. Geppeto is carrying his improvised lockpick, Heflam has his pack of utensils with him too, and Twix has his small passenger.
You're in the main floor room of the tower, which takes up two stories. The early evening light comes in as wind softly stirs the red curtains on the slit windows above your head. The curtains and red banners on the walls bear the emblem of a giant gold S with a vertical bar through it. The room contains a stone table with wooden benches on either side. One of the benches and the table are free of dust and sand, as is a path swept between the door and the table, presumably by a broom of twigs standing by the door. You notice a large wooden chest under the table. Further inspection by Gepetto reveals that it is locked and ironbound.
As Twix murmurs to himself, his meandering gaze picks out a pile of torches off to one side. He picks one up. As he does so, the little silver dragon on his shoulder suddenly opens his mouth, and ignites the torch with a gout of purple flame. The dragon shoots a meaningful look at Heflam.
The rest of you pick up torches. Gepetto holds a torch gingerly out towards the dragon. It pointedly looks away. Bombor chuckles.
You don't see anything else in the room. Torchlight reveals the spiral staircase reaching up to a locked trapdoor in the stone roof of the tower, and another at the base of the stairs, flush with the floor. Except for Heflam's pack, the supplies are all out on the beach just above the high-tide line where you made your fire. It's getting dark outside.
