Despite being unable to see, Glaran had been trained to move around in the darkness without making a sound. He slid along the cavern wall soundlessly, his free hand trailing the rough rocks. He suddenly encountered softness and with a speed bred into him after many years he twisted, slamming the intruder against the wall, pinning him there with his arm, his dagger coming to rest on his throat. Not knowing it was Elizabeth, he used considerably more force than was necessary.