03-17-2009, 12:17 AM
Olna smiles at you as you enter into the crypt. The crypt is small and smells musty with a sweet smell of death. Coffins line the walls and some of them have blankets strewen overthem. "I am glad that we made it safely. The creatures here have become increasingly stronger as time has gone by. Each time I come here I worry for my safety. The walls here are magically strengthened by my ancestors. I would like you to meet Sol, he is one of the counsel members." Sol nods to you as if he knows of you. He is dressed in pesant clothing that is tattered. "I have heard much about you. Thank you for saving me from certian death at the hands of the Dark Lord..." Olna intrupts him, "Sol, I am sorry but I must rest. The battle has worn me out. Our saviors should rest as well. Do not keep them up too late into the night." Sol nods and then says, "I am sure we will have more time to talk tomorrow. But I will stay up and answer any of your questions." Olna walks over to one of the coffin scattered about the room and lays upon pulling up an old tattered blanket about her body.