Copper gathered her group of friends together and suggested they head back to the Arrow tavern. "we can post a note there for any elves who wish to help us. I will head up the the Smithy and see if Valdolen is about. Hopefully he will rally the bladesingers to help. Hand me your blades I will sharpen them while I am there. *she made a note to replace the blade of the new arwen they had found.*The walk to the smithy seemed quiter than usual. It was as though all life feared to walk in the evening light. A soft glow came from the library where one of the elves was studying a book of romantic poems.
The soft calm overcame her then as she passed the library and entered the smithy. Ah home. Safety. *a chill grabbed her. It was not long past that the drow had dragged her from this place and tied her in that damp dark building.* Silently she said a prayer for Morion. Let him be alive please. She scurried up the rope ladder to the living area where she was sure to find her sai quel mellon and get the help she needed to retrieve their torror.