Finally entering the cavern she sees her reflection and immediately shatters a mirror of ice. Looking past to see hundreds more in different angles. One could see how easily a person could get lost forever in here. She pulls a small knife, and with a effortless swipe slits the side of her calve. With every step she now left a small blood trail easily seen on the white frost covered floor. Keeping the knife in hand making her way through the labyrinth of winds and turns. Time seemed to run on until she came upon a corpse frozen for decades maybe longer ( judging the style of armor). She kneeled down gazing at a shoulder guard that was smithed into a skull with long fangs that protected the bicep. Silver over fur, the piece fit on her right shoulder as if her own. As she fastened it on she gave something back. Dead or not a fair trade will always be honored, then laid the knife in his hand. Then thinking to herself" why did you die here my friend?" Drawing a short sword she made her way further into the maze. Going in, the light could no longer reflect for her to see. Fortunately she was getting warm so she ripped a piece of cloth off her cloak and smothered it with the fat that smeared on her from diving into the so called brush pile earlier. Pulling a long sword she wrapped the cloth around the end and set it to fire creating a makeshift torch. Unfortunately the light caught the attention...