Mo'Toya sat unflinching upon the stump of a log as Iseldra stepped forward into the center of the gathering.  The witches dual colored eyes of green and blue gazed up from the steaming contents of the mug that was cradled within her hands.  A murmur that had risen after the elven maiden had made her address began to die down, and that was when the quiet woman chose to speak.  With a raspy tinge to her voice, Mo'Toya turned her dilated, fuzzy eyes to each individual who had been chosen to stand against the rising threat of Mordacious.  "The elven woman is right, Mordacious, if given time, shall draw other foul denizens to the live amidst the lands it has laid claim to."  Her blue tinted lips pursed into a small oval that blew a cooling breath of air across the contents of the misty vapors that rose up from the mug that was settled beneath her face.  "In my walks with the spirits, I have seen many things that may come to pass, but most concerning of all, Mordacious seeks a mate."<br/><br/>The pelt adorned shaman lowered her lips to take a sip from her hallucinatory cocktail, her voice less raspy, smoothed over by the medicinal concoction now.  "If such were to come to pass, the threat that Mordacious presents would rise tenfold across our lands."  With a pass of her tongue that licked the remnants of her beverage away from her azure stained lips, Mo'Toya looked towards Iseldra and gave the elf a faint inclination of her head.  "My courage will join with yours, Iseldra, daughter of Rosaryn."  She fell back into silence then, yielding the floor to whomever might take it next.