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"Indeed." Vithalril nodded, rather than follow them in he set himself by the mouth and fetched his pipe.

The cave, was barely a cave. More a temple with vaulted ceilings adorned with early Aylied art. All of it meshed seemlessly with the natural formations of certain rocks. Stalactites pointed down from certain places, obscuring some of the art work.

Inside it was very cold. Frost Fall's namesake seemed to have caught up here.

They could see two elves in mages robes up ahead. Their words echoing but quiet enough for them to be inaudible.

They seemed quite engrossed by their work.