[Calairiel Mynendil Gil'dae]

Calairiel was a different type of elf. She realize the reasons behind elven politics and while she didn’t agree with much that happened, she accepted the process that brought them to certain points in time. As such, she was respectful of those still loyal to Mithania and politely had asked their permission before venturing forth. She could have forced her hand, but it wasn’t needed in this situation. The House had no reason to deny the wishes of the Thane and therefore Cala had been allowed to pass.

Being a resourceful girl, she -had- indeed brought a lantern for the fact-finding mission. Most times, she wouldn’t have bothered, being a sorceress and knowing a spell for just that particular situation…but arcana being what it was in Syl’rosya at that moment, it wasn’t a good idea to experiment with the idea. A lantern would do just fine.

Finding the entrance and slowly making her way into the damp catacombs, she pulled the thick wool cloak around her tighter, glancing around to see what she was walking into. The light made the path easier but there were many natural obstacles. She went where the path took her, through the water and down the slope. Grateful that she had thought enough to change into her adventuring clothes before leaving on her mission, her tracking boots sloshed through the streams of water, bringing her to the fork in the road.

Oh bother…how she hated forks in the road.

The wind…or the silence?

Thinking quickly, she surmised that documents would most likely be kept in an area that was sealed from the elements…which left her the choice of silence.

Oh, she really hated silence…but that was the logical choice.

Glancing down the silent path, she sighed and began to move forward…keeping one hand on her Sai and soul praying to Carmelya to guide her wisely.