It was quiet in the woods around Cormanthor.  The ancient trees held no sound of woodcutters or other activity.  Nor did they ring with the sound of elven voices as they had in millennia past.  Few animals dwelt here, due to the cancer in the heart of the woods, in the Elven Court.  Old Myth Drannor was fallen, cast into shadow when the demons came.  Reality is thin here, and few dare to challenge it's mysteries, but there are safe areas.  At least in relation to others.<br/><br/>One such place is on the borders of the Elven Court, Harrowdale, and Cormanthor.  Just over a day's march south of Elventree, a drop in elevation creates a small cliff face that shelters occasional elven travelers to Harrowdale from the weather.  A stream runs over the top of the cliff, creating a beautiful waterfall into a large, clear pond.  It is just past Greengrass (the Spring Festival) and the sun has begun to just touch the ground, with the new leaves leaving shadows across the forest floor.<br/><br/>Little do travelers know that a shadow has taken up residence here.  A renegade drow came upon this place in the winter, and has been hard at work in carving out a residence into the cliffside.  Who knows what trouble she will bring?