Alya walked somewhat behind the group as they entered the tower, Echo followed next to his mother, looking around and sniffing for anything else that might be in here. The frigid air discouraged the canine from sniffing around too much, as the cold air bit at his nostrils. The half elf looked curiously at the statues, confirming that she could identify most with the baby troll that had it's hands up defensively. She felt like her mind had been doing the same thing since she had learnt of her purpose. She walked up to the troll statue and laid her hand on it's hands. As expected, the ice was cold, but she wanted to just stare at it for a little while longer.

A pained screech caused her ears to twitch. She turned away from the statue, toward the noise. Echo instinctively turned as well, growling. It seemed that the Charr's mount had been hurt. By what? She didn't know. Maybe the cold. Upon further inspection, she realized that it was being slowly encased in ice. She knew there was nothing she could do, she could try ease the pain with some music, but it seemed futile. As she continued to watch the ice grow upon the creature, she heard a song. It was deep, dark.. cold.. Almost sad. The sound of the song seemed to drift upstairs, leading to the upper levels of the tower.

As if in a trance, she turned toward the stairs, seemingly mindlessly walking up them. If anyone was to call out to try stop her, she would not. AS she proceeded up, she noticed other sculptures of ice, but she pressed on as she followed the song, ultimately ignoring anyone else that followed her. She reached a room. It had not statues and it felt colder than the other ones. She noticed the windows were open, allowing gusts to flow in. Echo shivered slightly, but his fur and knitted coat kept most of the cold off of him. Lyle had prepared a coat for Echo before the trip, which Alya had put on him after exiting the cave.

When she and the Drow encountered the door, she watched curiously as the woman tried to use her lockpicks, but to no avail. The key hole looked very odd. Much too large. However, she didn't want to just give up. She needed to know what was beyond the door, for the song felt louder as she moved toward it. She looked around for something that would remotely be a key, her grip tightening on her flute in frustration as the room was empty, nothing but ice and snow.. and a door. The riddle added to her frustration as she didn't know what it meant. Keys couldn't grow, that was preposterous.