The sun had not yet risen over the horizon when a single cart approached the main entrance to the cave outside of Seteste. It was cold enough for the traveling cart's driver to see their breath. He was wrapped in a warm cloak, but still trembled occasionally.
Outside the cave entrance, a handful of elves stood watch and slowly approached the cart as it came to a stop. A gentle sprinkle of water started to fall from the sky, and the clouds began to darken. It seemed like a rainstorm was beginning.
"What business do you have, stranger?"
The driver pulled down the hood of his cloak. "I am here to make a delivery at the request of Lady Voltara al Famyn. She says that a man by the name of Itorin would accept this prisoner transfer?"
