After several minutes, Jarvis finally settles down and goes to sleep. But first he sets up a complex web of string and bells over the entrance of his wagon to protect his wares.
Lightning flashes in the distance. The storm will be gone soon. But towards the end of the flash, you see a face... a beautiful woman, but not human.
Her eyes sparkle like jewels, and her visage is stern and focused. Even in the rain, her hair possesses a life, and it wavers and rolls, in long white locks like snow-capped mountain powder does in a windstorm. She rests a hand on the mouth of the cave and studies the group you stand watch over.
You recognize her--not by name, but by reputation and in some cases, by sight. Some say she is a guardian angel. Others claim she is a demon. But all who have seen her and lived to tell of her alien beauty agree that it is unwise to provoke her wrath.
You have met her enough times to breach an obvious language barrier between the two of you, but she has never put forth the effort to learn the tongue of the elves.
Instead she studies you, then your group. She raises an eyebrow inquisitively, as if to say, Of all the people I expected to find in here..."
She doesn't enter but she leans into the cave and whispers.
"La wgvvi'wy ili'g'uay iryaephlalj folaw yii'glfaelal li'io?"
There is a strange expression in her eyes that you've not seen before.
Alfie twitches again and the strange female turns her gaze toward the dog, then she recedes into the shadow of the night until the sparkly of her gemstone eyes are all that can be seen.