When morning came and the sun rose over the frigid peaks, Diarah watched the Hyldnir huntress closely for any signs that her attempts had succeeded or backfired. It didn't take long for the young Warlock to notice those furtive glances she was giving the rest of the group, and when she saw them she thought to herself<i>I will have to wait and watch the brute. I hope my plan has not backfired and I will have to kill her. Manipulation is always so very useful.</i>After the short, rather tasteless breakfast that left the scarred woman not much fuller than she had been before, they headed in to the black maw of the mountain. The moment darkness enveloped her, Diarah's torch sparked to life without warning, nothing more than the flicker of a greenish flame that soon disappeared giving away the fact that she had lit it without seeming to notice.<br/><br/>Inside herself, she released the tainted power she'd grasped a hold of. The green flame had instantly caught her attention, although outwardly she didn't show it, simply gazing around the dark cave with a look of interest on her face as they descended.<i>Apparently this new power of mine has side effects. Simple spells like that aren't usually green.</i>The young woman filed that thought away for later, looking to the demon that pestered her so. "<span style="color: DarkOrchid">No thank you, I am quite fine.</span>" She spoke in a shy, quiet voice as she addressed the thing, waving her free hand at it in a shooing gesture. Her mask had been applied without even trying. As usual.<br/><br/>It continued to satisfy her as they entered the larger part of the cave; the portion that looked as if it had been molded and reshaped, and in a quiet voice filled with wonder Diarah spoke. "<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Such beauty...</span>"<i>that shall be destroyed eventually</i>, she added as a silent afterthought in her mind. At the Vrykul woman's comment, the young woman put on a slightly frightened voice as she spoke. "<span style="color: DarkOrchid">S-so who does...?</span>" With an artful touch, Diarah wrapped her arms around herself as they advanced, presenting the perfect visage of a scared young girl in a foreign, hostile place.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>