Eccelisa was waiting for Dasvi at the elder tree with a tidy pack on her shoulders and a bow in her hand. A full quiver rested at her hip along with two choice knives. In her other hand was a sheltered lantern that wouldn't give away her position, but still gave light. Nodding at the girl, she stayed put until the child reached her. "You can always turn back. Beyond here, I cannot garentee your safety," she told her seriously. They did not have enough time for pleasantries out here. If they wanted to make the most time of their journey, they had to leave soon.