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Doll was sitting by a small fire at a table. The room was small and dimly lit. There was a cheast in the corner and shelves with old books and scrolls in them, sorted neatly. She was reading a book and taking notes. She then heard Lysander and spoke with a weak, but soft voice. "Over here." There was a door next to the whole which lead to the wine celler and a secret passage out just in case of danger.

Doll looked over. She had a strange aura about her. Her violet eyes were now a glowing crimson red. She seemed to be paler and more fragile-looking than usual. She was holding a small paper that had a letter scribbled on to it that she had wrote a long time ago acording to the date in the corner. She looked over at Lysander and turned in her chair. She stood slowly and weakly. "You seek the dragon." She said, as if studying him. "It's a very dangerous journey. You could be turned to stone, driven mad, haunted by the images of the dead. Are you sure you wish to seek the dragon?"

"Well I'm coming with you, no objections. You must do what I say." She gave him a serious look. "Loosing one person in a week is enough. I don't want to risk loosing you." She hugged him weakly with all the streangth in her, although it wasn't much. She was only grumpy because she hated being weak and helpless like this.

Doll sighed. "Fine." She grabbed her bag before he picked her up. "We do have a hoarse if you want to take it. It would get us to the cave quicker but we would have to leave it before we get to the trail, it's too small."

She pointed to the door in the small room. "Go through that door and at the end of the wine celler there's another door that leads to the stables." She shivered a bit. It was kind of strange feeling this whole transformation. Her skin was as cold as a corpse. She started to feel the cold and the pain which she had lost long ago. It was starting to scare her and you could see it on her face.

Doll smiled faintly. "That one's mine. Her name's Midnight." She reached a hand out to touch the black hoarse. It grunted softly and rubbed against her hand. She spoke in elvish to the creature and the hoarse seemed to nodd.

Doll laughed, the coughed. "Trust me I've rode on a hoarse in a more awkard situation. And I'm strong enough to hold on, Midnight will take us there so you don't have to guide her." She put a gentle hand on her hoarse and whispered a little, letting Lysander get situated before they took off through the forest. Doll rested her head on Lysander's back, feeling the wind carress her face and run through her long hair. She listened to Lysander's calming breaths as she closed her eyes and smiled softly.

Doll felt him looking down on her and looked up, still smiling. "I forgot to ask you what your real name was." She said in a soft whisper, hugging him lightly.