Stepping out a portal at the entrance of the cavern, Lillian cast her eyes around, her hand fingering a charm around her wrist. "I know you're here. May we converse, Dark One?" She says, tilting her head as she spoke.
The cave was empty, the fire within having grown cold over the days of it's owners departure. The only object of the Elf that remained was a silver metal shard nearby the entrance to his old cave. Nearby one would find old footprints, though they where hardly visible under the fresh snow from the heavens.