Night lifted into the golden rays of dawn, casting bright lights and long shadows across Matron's Hallow. The lights however did not reach Aohdei and Sheshia, deep in a cavern just south of the lake. They had found it quickly enough, and set up camp.
Rylzyr was resting, and the girl, laying unconscious next to a fire provided by Aohdei, was bound to wake up any second. Wake up to two faces watching her intently, and rather creepily that is.
"Who do you think she is?" Aohdei asked, never taking his eyes off of the elf girl. He continued, "Why does she know him?" He meant Rylzyr of course, who was in sleep deeper than a bear in hibernation. As of now, the group was simply waiting for him to wake. This elf girl might however pose a problem, a wrench in their machine so to speak.
Aohdei leaned back and laid down himself, but still watched the girl intently. He had a strange feeling about her...