“Well then I think we have a team then,” Razzig chuckles, “The citizens of the Unnatural Hill are truly living up to their reputation bravery,” he reaches out to lay a palm in your hand, “I hope to see you back in our forest soon. Be careful in those caves,” and for the first time his eyes are edged with a brief look of concern.<br/>“I will come too,” Daria declares, stepping away from the female elf, “Now we know more about then we can fight them better. They have a weakness to silver and we have silver. Red, could you apply the ore to our blades, at least temporarily?” The spell weaver considers the question, “I guess so...” “Good. We should leave now whilst we still have sunlight,”