Ruki chuckled, his teeth showing as he grinned before he closed his mouth to hide them. "It's large enough for all the refugees and Ysaryn's tribe. But far from large enough for her ego." He explained to Narda before he turned and wandered toward the underside of the castle. 

Voices echoed ahead. Or one did. The other was just annoyed shouting. A few twists and turns before the chamber opened into a large circular cavern with a worn smooth floor. Aeron, Rab, and Bolym stood in the center, the three appearing to be in an argument as they stood over some crates. Other elves stood nearby, silent and impatient.
Ruli whistled, silencing the two, whole Rab dropped his hands. All three looked their way. 

"You're back." Aeron said with far less enthusiasm than Ruli had as he eyed Kire. That was the extent of his greeting as he turned to Ruli. "Bolym won't listen."
"He doesn't speak your language." Ruli pointed out as Bolym broke in an angry rant, knowing without the shared tongue that Aeron had complained about him. 
Ruli listened patiently. Over the crate, Rab raised his hand to wave amiably to Kire. He then pointed to Narda and raised his hand, palm down. [i]Tall.[/i] He dropped his hand to brush his cheek with his knuckles. [i]Beautiful.[/i]

Instructions related to put an end to the quarrel, Ruli turned back around. Bolym and the other two lifted the crate and disappeared with it down another winding path. "We're trying to outfit this for Envy, now. So he can move in. He's the reason we linger. So I suppose you had good timing, showing up when you did."