There is a stone cave on the edge of the elven forest. The cave looks dull and plain from the outside, but enter and you find a great sets of crystals, imbedded in the walls. They look like mirrors, refacting the light and creating rainbows that can be blinding at the wrong time of the day. The bottom is covered with dead moss, collected over years to look as if the cave had no floor. At night the cave can look lonely and menacing, the crystals looking more like eyes than beautiful but cheap gems. Sometimes you can even hear the sounds of a giant creature who risdes possibly miles away, the sound carried over the cave tunnels. A simple indentation is made in a corner next to a wall in the moss, an imprint of where Ink had slept and rested over the past few decades.
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