The ruined cathedral lay quiet. No sound save the occasional scuffle of the movement of mice disturbed the great silence of the great building. Halamir stepped through the great entrance, being careful not to make any noise lest he disturb anything. He ran his finger on a pillar stone. A thick layer of dust had accumulated over the ages. Halamir could tell that there were aeons of history in the stone that comprised the cathedral. Even though it was long since deserted, one could still feel like the wisdom of great scholars and monks were tied into this building. Whatever civilisation had constructed the ruin had certainly left its mark on it.
Halamir took a few more steps forward. He scanned the floor in front of him. Torn pages and discarded tomes littered the floor. It had been curiosity that had bought Halamir into this building. He had not travelled here with the intention of visiting the ruins, they just happened to catch his eye as he was passing through. Halamir bent down and picked up an old tome that lay near to him on the floor. He brushed the thick layer of dust and cobwebs from the cover. It was a faded brown tome bound in leather, with no title. He opened the cover and as he did so a few pages of parchment fell out. The tome appeared to be a record of tax payments for nearby villages. He had no interest for such things and placed the tome back onto the dust-covered floor. Halamir stood in the middle of the cathedral floor, alone.

A gust of wind gently played through the strands of Lilith's hair. Her silky gown fell over her small body and the moon reflected tiny glittering stars that had been embroidered into the dress. The small woman looked carefully around as she side-stepped a large piece of rubble. The Cathedral had once been a place of worship, a place of miracles. Now it was nothing more than an eyesore to all who didn’t know of its beautiful history. Long tendrils of bluish hair fell into her eyes as she looked downwards into a puddle of water. Her mother had taught her to foresee the future through such puddles. The moon had to be positioned just right and the sky around must be free of stars. The timing was not perfect and so she sighed and looked away. Such things were of foolish nature to her now. She should have known better to come to this place that held so many dreams and hopes. For with hopes and dreams came a darkness, a greedy darkness. Humans were never satisfied with what they had so their hearts were always weighed down. Faeries were of a different sort. They felt the same emotions, yet they learned to live as if life were a drifting breeze that one must hop upon for a ride before it was gone. She was too caught up in her self to realize she wasn’t alone…

A patch of moonlight flittered in through a gaping hole, illuminating a patch of darkness within the cathedral. A small section of cold, hard flagstones are bathed in the silvery light, revealing thier wear and tarnishment due to weather. One part of the stones didn't light up. This part was a crack in the works, large enough to fit a full grown man. At the moment it housed a Half-Drow, who was sleeping contentedly, knowing he was safe. But something disturbed his slumber. The first notice of this was a small twitch in his ear, then a slight snuffle from his nose. After that, he awoke, and sat up rubbing his eyes with an ash-grey hand. He could sense someone nearby, and the burgler didn't know what to do. So, he grabbed up his dagger, hid it behind his back, and went towards the sounds and smells.