Wren's approach to the furs was of course met with silence minus the colleagues that were working around her. Some illuminated the cave to make sure others could see reasonably well even in such dismal settings. The caverns were a natural wind tunnel as air continued to brush into the caves. Without the warmth of fire, or without their scrying stones to shield them from the elements it would have been highly likely someone could freeze to death with some ill fortune. She was right before the small lump of furs and as she reached for it the sound of Valthos hacking away at some of the trees outside for extra fuel for the fires were heard.<br/><br/>Remi was trying to light her gathered tinder and wood and with each strike of the match brought a small burst of light to the dim lighting of the dancing lights that the dark elf had cast. However dry the tinder was, the wood was going to have difficulty keeping lit if she didn't shield the fire she was trying to create. Wren in the meantime braced herself and pulled away the furs. They were covering a well preserved young elven woman. Her skin was deathly pale and her eyes shut. Her lips were dried and her body was expertly clothed and she looked like she would have been warm, even in her seductive attire. She looked like an immaculately dressed snow bunny, with black furry thigh high stockings, a long skirt and bodice with fur making up a lot of her attire. It looked as though it was a combination of cured leather and sheep wool.<br/><br/>No doubt another adventurer, quite dead, and from the obvious look of her she froze to death... but the question was why didn't her scrying stone protect her, much less her attire? Jalna however unearthed more. Her survival instincts and training in such allowed her to determine that the winds needed to be conquered before any fire could remain strongly lit. But as for how long ago the place had been used for shelter she could only guess a week or so. They would have to make some kind of shield or such in order to keep the fire preserved. Furthermore her sharp eyes caught a small flicker of reflected light in between a small crack in the wall. Approaching it she noticed that something was sparkling amongst the dancing lights and the stone was loose. Pulling it aside she managed to fish out a fine looking longsword held inside a fine red sheath with a small pack. Inside was a few vials of ice blue liquid (four to be exact) and a book of simplistic leather.