Silver sat in the silence of the cave at Nen Harn. The fire burned merrily, though the area was big enough that it only lit about half of it. Shadows persisted, easily banished by the old iron braziers and sconces she had found left behind by the previous occupants of this place, but she had no wish to light them at this time. She liked the warmth, she liked the light, but she also liked the dark spaces too. They were comforting to her; familiar things, even if not in familiar places exactly.