"Follow me," he said, leading them behind the bar and upstairs to a corridor which was deathly quiet. He reached the door at the end of the corridor and knocked.<br/><br/>"I thought we had made it clear we were to be left undisturbed?" came a gruff voice from the other side of the door.<br/><br/>"Your mistress will want to meet these visitors," Derrin replied. There was the sound of floor boards creaking behind the door and it opened to reveal a tall, brown-skinned young man whose face was covered in strange tattoo-like markings. "How is she Terdil?"<br/><br/>"The same as the last time you asked about visitors," Terdil grunted. "I'm not allowing you to disturb her, she-"<br/><br/>"SHE can speak for herself youngling," came a frail voice from somewhere behind him. "Now let them past." Terdil moved aside to reveal a sight which made Ariadne gasp with surprise. A beautiful but aged and fragil-looking woman was lying on the bed, silver hair draped over her shoulders and a pair of silver eyes watching from beneath heavy eyelids.<br/><br/>"Calista, this..." Ariadne paused as she tried to gather her thoughts. "This is no elf, this is one of the Sidhe, they were thought dead centuries ago, few elves have met one, nevermind humans."