Today's OneWord: Towers

There were three towers on the hillside, all black obsidian and topped with pinnacles that looked sharp enough to impale a man. Atop all three towers were three women, dressed in armor as ebony as the very fortifications that held them so high above the ground. They all had short, red hair, and none of their eyes strayed from me as I stopped in front of their base, dismounted my horse, and patted the golden hilt of the sword that hung loyally from my hip.