Shiver's eyes scanned the approach to the Labyrinth, her eyes taking everything in, she had heard from a local blacksmith that there was great treasure to be found within, but also death. Shiverdance had faced everything that had been thrown into her face time and time again, she was a Dark Elf, a servant of Morathi, the first of the sorceresses of the Druchii. Shiver had dedicated her life to them but had finally struck out on her own, a servant to the dark.<br/><br/>Slowly she untied the simple peasant robes that had hidden her ears and clothes from the world, sliding the rough cloth of her delicate milky white skin, her hair flowing freely now. Her body tasting the cold as it wafted up against her, she simply smiled, the cold here was nothing like that of Naggaroth. Walking towards the entrance she saw the man, or at least the statue of what had once been a man propped against a tree. "You must give them points for.. decorating this place so well", she said with a soft smile, her voice an unearthly grace.<br/><br/>Walking towards the table she saw many a cup with bones and dices strewn around and some inside of them, a quick cursory glance made her fingers wrap around a simple silver chalice, a pair of bones thrown in she whispered a soft incantation before throwing the bones unto the table.