Mithnela hurried through the rain, not bothered by the downpour and enjoying it in fact. She had always loved the rain. Of course that could be because she was perfectly dry and not a drop touched her. A minor magical shield protected her, hovering just an inch from her body. She was a bright spot in the dreary forest, a tall figure clad in pure white. When the city of trees came into her view she smiled. She wondered if Darval was there waiting for her. If he was she was sure to get an earful of it, that was why she also had some of his favorite mushrooms and herbs with her. He had sent a message weeks ago that he was coming home to her again but then she had gotten an urgent summons that she could not ignore and had to leave. Knowing Darval though he hadn't been there long if he had even arrived yet. The Dwarf was notoriously late.<br/><br/>Even before the city came into view Mithnela frowned, knowing something was wrong. She sensed no life. She picked up her pace to a run until she came to the edge of the city. The white of her cloak and clothing melted away to become pure black as she cautiously snuck through the shadows, blending with them perfectly. She felt two spots of life in the tavern but that was it, everyone else was gone. Frowning, she turned into a black mist that flowed into the shadows. Using the shadows to travel she moved to a dark corner of the tavern. She couldn't help but grin when she saw Darval and Lorn. Using the shadows again she traveled to a spot just behind Darval. As she was becoming solid again she grabbed the bottle he had offered to Lorn and said in her silky voice, "Don't mind if I do, thank you my little love." Then took a gulp of the whiskey and held the bottle back out to Lorn, "I just returned myself. So everyone has gone and we don't know where they are?"