You dont notice the hours, or days, or whatever the time was, go by,
you just walk on and on, hand in hand with her.
You finally reach the castle, its sand-stone walls stand faing towards
the battle field. You notice a stain glass window above the door with
some strange writing on it, you ask the elf what it says.
"Laraleth Tarmen Marinfel" she reads "im not sure what
it means but its something to do with the setting of the sun. When the
sun sets something magical will happen, whatever it is it has never
happened yet, whether it will be for good or ill nobody
knows"
The female elf takes your hand and leads you along a path. Her hand is
cold and feels dead, you wonder what elfs really are.