A closer inspection of one of the corners reveals a small alcove covered by a piece of cloth painted to look like stone. Behind which are two very small pointy eared creatures. The first has balding white hair and is clutching a small leafless branch, and they are both dressed in blue and black robes. The other one holds a candle that has recently been snuffed out.
Harper stared towards the alcove, faintly seeing the pair of creatures. She wasn't quite sure if she recognized them for what they were, but none the less. She decided to speak to them in the Sylvan tongue, and said, "Hello, little ones. Are you lost?"
Oi! Get out here!
Nassar says after a moment or two of silence. There was no point in gently coaxing the creatures out, fear will inspire them faster. Besides, it is not like these beasts could be useful. As the Harper girl would say, 'By the Nine Hells they are puny!'
That is if she was not speaking some unknown language like she is now. What'id you tell the little creatures anyhow?
Surprised anyone but the Dwarf could see the creatures from behind him, Jim shakes his head in wonderment. "Everyone has such good ideas..." He thinks to himself before walking across the rest of the room and kneeling down about three feet from the little curtained area.
"Hi guys. We are just trying to get through this silly test. Anything you can do to help us?" Jim asks the little creatures in front of him.
There is no pain greater than this; not the cut of a jagged-edged dagger nor the fire of a dragon's breath. Nothing burns in your heart like the emptiness of losing something, someone, before you truly have learned of its value.