"Elendirill?" The elf startled and turned around, "Elendirill here is a map I drew according to my visions... Yes, I've spilled some ink on it, but here, you can see the cave clearly, right? This is the source of all that evil. We must be there as soon as possible... I feel it growing, gaining power. We're running out of time...."
The elf took the parchment hesitantly in his hand.
"Don't worry, the ink is dry... keep it, it's yours. Elendirill, we need to get there. I can't do anything on my own, but if we don't hurry, everything we love and care for will die. This evil sucks life, feeds of lust, anger, hatred - turns everything into a twisted mirror of one's self. Can't you feel the power rising? Feraila has something to do with it, I feel it..."
Mari stopped, words failed her and she looked intently at the elf's hardened face, waiting for some response.
