<strong>Quelthar - Near the Surface</strong><br/><br/>Nearing the surface Quelthar departs from the caravan to a cavern that opens up into a forest. Here he makes a lonely camp, setting about the needed preparations for his encounter with the World Above. He starts with casting the spell to give him an illusory appearance - he'd expect fierce opposition if any surface dwellers found a drow lurking in a cavern near the surface. Hopefully an elf would look less suspicious if it came to that. Once he has finished with weaving his spell he moves over to where a small pool has formed from water dripping from an overhanging stalactite. Looking down he inspects his reflection, focusing his mind to see the illusion that he known is untrue instead of his true appearance.<br/><br/>Looking back up at him is the smiling face of a fair wood elf with green friendly almind shaped eyes, a tan complexion and long hair that waves to just past his shoulder blades. Quelthar isn't smiling, even if the illusion tells him he is. Stepping in the puddle and ruining the visage he collects his belongings and moves a little nearer the exit.<br/>The light is bright, even what little filters through the forest canopy and down into the open cavern. Even for Quelthar who is accustomed to studying by candlelight it's enough to make his eyes water. Over many hours he slowly tries to adjust, moving another thirty paces closer to the cavern entrance every hour or so as the light slowly becomes tolerable..