(Mary Sue alert!)
The elf had been following the cursed artifact for years. Somehow, the thing always managed to find a new home and new victims before she arrived. As far as Míré was concerned, the why behind the thing's movement was simple: human greed. Although the statue looked like malachite, the material was certainly more expensive and rare. Coupled with the curse, a lesser mind would find it hard to resist coveting and taking the gods awful thing.
Míré sighed, shifted her gear, and continued a steady pace. If the map was correct, she would arrive by nightfall and that was not the best time to arrive. She would camp outside the city limits and approach during the day. Daytime was a much safer alternative. Surveying the town, she was not surprised to find no life. A tell-tale sign if ever there was one. She would find the most likely location before the sun set, then retreat.
Scanning the buildings, a pointed tower stood above the rest and was centrally located. Of course, she would have to cross the entire town to get there. Míré's mouth formed a straight line and she narrowed her eyes. The sun would set within the hour. The elf ran.