Penelope sighed, beginning to walk circles around the cave, muttering In Elvish about how she remembers the good old days when she led a group of Elven Sorcerers into battle.<br/><br/>Oscurin rips a small chunk of his hair out in frustration. " Why can't I find anything?! I swear, I had the plans for the Dark Tyrant Mk III around here somewhere!" He says, ripping another drawer out of a desk, scattering failed blueprints everywhere.