Arwen made her way down a dark corridor accompanied by the screams of agony from somewhere below.
The guide that followed her to the mountain trailed behind, along with a few other banshees in human form.
They walked with their heads bowed, showing reverence towards Arwen though she paid no heed to them.
Finally, she arrived at her destination, a large double door forged of stone.
"The Matron persists within. She is too advanced in age and is unable to carry out most tasks. To preserve her sanity, we helped her hibernate." The guide explained with Arwen replying.
"It's fine. You may leave and begin preparations for my rebirth. I will speak to her in the meantime."
"As you wish."
With that, the banshees departed after which Arwen stepped forward and somehow managed to push the heavy doors open before making her way inside and closing it again.
Within was a seemingly grand hall rife with the putrid smell of decaying flesh.
