Shiver's eyes closed as she felt the frost coming, almost like her spirit binding exercise that she had to go through she slowly knelt down, clutching her staff, whispering the incantations against it and finally darkness followed by a rush of air, throwing her hair back. As she opened her eyes she felt fatigued, her body shuddering slowly as she stood up. Her eyes scanned around, the unnatural grace of her heritage making looking into the dark easier then other adventurers.<br/><br/>The obsidian walls lined with blue runes made her eyes squint slightly. Slowly she turned to view all passages, the north fire burned hotly there, to the south rolling mists drafted into the room, yet were kept back by the unnatural presence of magic within it. The western side seemed to show a flickering light, growing fainter and the east had the sound of a river. She turned towards the south and strode into the mists, her lithe feet dancing over the stones of the labyrinth.