I walk beside her and rub my head against her leg thumming loudly. Magical crystals begin to seal the entrance of the cave. I see this and tug on Lady Rosewoode's leg. This cave is extremely magical and with Istari gone it is even more protective of the place. Deep within the cave is the place where Isiari was born and where all of his kind but him where slaughter. The memorial of this terrible event is a treasure that has been protected for centuries. The cave rumbles are magical impentrable crystal walls begin to seal off each room.