The Mighty and Impersonal Cosmic forces tender no reply to Demilich, strange--the spell was, seemingly, perfectly intoned--and her gestures seemed flawless. Perhaps trying to pass through the aged Sages tower will result in no weal or woe engendering effects? Be that as it may someone had taken note of Demilich's arrival.<br/><br/>A woman in silvery mail and a green cloak, an elf--no less approaches the she-fiend and halts several yards from her. Upon her back, an elfin bow. Upon one hip--a longsword of similar elfin make, upon the other a quarrel of arrows fletched with silver goose feathers. Her cloak pin is etched with the twisted tower of Shadowdale identifying her as an officer of the Lord's militia of Shadowdale.<br/><br/>She tilts her silver-haired head to Demilich. "He's been away for some weeks."