Standing at the entrance Elvira saw only the top of the iron gate looming above the fog. The locations name curved throughout the top in iron. The ‘d’ at the end threating to fall as it dangerously hung due to the metal rusting from the moisture of the fog. “Will either of you have a good idea where your friend is located?” she asked breaking the silence.
Comet shook his head, “no it would be too difficult to find without help. Do you have a spell that could identify the location?”
“No, but I can do one better than that,” she answered as she snapped her fingers summoning something to her.