"A place to live, perhaps," she replied as she came to stand by his leg, looking down at the ominous structure and the squat town that groveled around it, feeling a premonitory shiver raise the pale hairs at the back of her neck. "I do not think I could ever call such a place home." Unthinking, she lifted a hand to lay against his horse's shoulder - seeming to take some mild, unspoken comfort from contact with a benign living creature.<br/><br/>Somewhere far behind them, what followed came to a halt, and began to circle to one side, at the very edge of elven sight.