The moon hung low over the Elf Village, its pale luminescence lighting the path of the uneasy night, left for the movement by Dimm.
He made his way through the building where he had got his attire, and soon enough, he stood at the window of one of the chambers in this building.
The next moment, Dimm leaped into this chamber through the window, waking the young lady who slept gorgeously, and as well causing her to block her sight from the sudden pierce of the moon's rays which spilled through her open windows.
This young lady happened to be Loriel, and she sat up with a startled blink, only to find the window closing quietly before the familiar figure that had jumped in.
"Dimm...? Sorry, Leader?" Her voice trembled with a mixture of sleep and confusion.
He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stood in before the slightly open windows, looking into space as if he were studying it, then finally closed it completely.
