"With everything here already so pretty I don't believe you elves don't care about looks and fancy dress" the boy flashed a grin at Raen "And thanks for taking me here. You've been awful kind so far! I, um, I hope I didn't get you into trouble..." He gave Raen a sympathetic smile, and slipped through the heavy doors.
The elven citadel seemed to be in perpetual twilight thanks to the stained glass. Its silence, save for the sound of running water, compelled Ewan to tip-toe through the indoor garden. "H-hello?" he called out to the slim figures. "My name's Ewan ap Rhys. I'm a wizard from Serendipity, Arca in particular, come looking for a spell that's supposed to be in Astorea's library.
"Its called Taelnir's Transfusion! Conjures up a plant that can move life from a healthy person to a sick person in a pinch, yeah? I got spells of my own to trade for it." the little wizard straightened his posture, trying to look officious and important. He knew the moon elves' healing came at the cost of their own life. The transfusion was a rather dark spell at its core, drawing on the power of parasites and infection, but incredibly useful. Its thorny vines could be used to transfer not only life-force but magic.