Unfortunately, the first round of searching reveals pretty much nothing. Strange devices, centuries-old log books... but no doors. Nothing but the sigil of the frozen tree, right in the center of the floor beneath an examination table crafted of pure cold iron.<br/><br/>"Strange... why would there be a cold iron table in a faerie's castle?" Lily frowns, examining the chilled metal. It's stained black... and not just with age. "I mean, they're allergic to the stuff, right? So what purpose does this serve?"<br/><br/>Kara, on the other hand, is examining the old books, gingerly turning each page.<br/><br/>"Umm... Lisra? You've dealt with summer faeries, right? Umm... what do they get their power from, exactly, do you know?"