"Oh, um..." It took a moment for Jolokia to snap back to attention.  It was just... So pretty... She could hardly tear her eyes from the glittering crystals.  "Um, right!  Gotta save those kids and get back before the lunch rush!"

The gormless smile return to her face as she made her way across the bridge, although she had to stop every so often to let Arufi catch up.  Not only was the Nem being far more cautious than her, but even Jolokia, standing at a grand height of five foot two, had much longer legs than the childlike Nem.  Eventually, they reached the entrance to the elven citadel, their trek strangely unchallenged even as Jolokia blithely step inside.

"Huh, I guess the elves were really going for a theme here!" she chirped out, whistling in admiration of the interior decorating.  The walls of the cavernous entrance hall seemed to be covered in bubble-like crystals, each glowing ever so slightly in its own unique hue whilst... [i]Something[/i] shadowy moved inside them, although at this distance it was hard to make out just what it was.  The ground was, naturally, made of immaculately polished stone, and at the center of the enormous room stood a gigantic staircase, wide enough for three kittycattle bulls to comfortably walk side by side with room to spare.

What was most strange about it, though, was that for the lair of a supposed necromancer it was so... [i]Clean[/i].  There was no sign of any decay, and not a speck of dust marred the flawless crystal construction.  And the smell... Rather than the scent of stale blood and rotting flesh, it smelled... Almost pleasant.  A little like lavender, even.