A few lazy snowflakes began to land about them as they spoke.  It didn't turn into anything more than a scattering of snowfall, but it served as a reminder that the weather could change quickly in the mountains.

"Those creatures fear the light more than most of the Host of Darkness," Hagen commented nonchalantly, "I'm still in favour of coming back in the morning when we've had some sleep and are ready for a fight, but I also see the point of setting up in a sheltered spot," he finished, conceding the argument.

"If we do a scouting mission," Aderynel piped up, "We'll need to take care not to collide on our way out of the ruin, if we find trouble inside, with the one door still on its hinges the opening isn't much wider than my wingspan."  She unfurled her black wings by way of demonstration.

It was followed by a dry chuckle from Tárwen, as she shuffled from foot to foot on the snow, her feet never truly sinking in like those of the other races.  She hugged a thick shawl around her shoulders, clearly cold, "I'm Firindorian: I don't wish to sound like I love to blow my own trumpet, but I can move more quietly than a mouse.  It is one of the Blessings of the Sidfir that has not diminished with the younger fair folk... I'd like to volunteer to help."

She looked between the Sylpharim.  Aderynel looked to Síobhra whom she seemed to have assumed would be the one to organise the vanguard of the expedition.