The ascent was easier for some than for others.  Aderynel flew the short distance, dropping lightly beside the maw-like entrance to the cave, waiting for the others.

Tárwen was not far behind, skipping lightly over the rocks and snow, even with her staff held in one hand.  She made no sound, despite the treacherousness of the surface, leaving no trace of her passage in her wake.  For those unused to Firindorians, it was strange and unnatural to observe.

She reached the top, though by then the sound of the ascent of the others was already carrying to the cave entrance.  It was not an easy ascent.  Snow hid loose rocks and had turned to ice in places.  Tárwen stepped to the edge by the doorway, peering down at the others for a moment.  Her lips curled into a smirk and it seemed she was about to make a smart comment... but she decided not to, instead stepping back towards the doorway.

A few moments later a bright, cold light burst forth from the tip of her staff, casting long shadows across the valley and into the interior of the mountain complex, revealing the colossal shapes of Turakindi statues framing a corridor, "There... that will keep any troglodytes back... at least until the others get up the slope."

Though there was no sign of the creatures in the hall...