While led through the halls, she waited until it seemed they'd arrived at the correct room, before flipping back the hood of her cloak so as to reveal her appearance. As soon as the man had stood, Aeria gave a far too humble bow, nearly getting to her knees before him. "I am Aerilaya Adresin of the Seldanna North Woods, daughter to King Darcassan." She paused for a moment or so, though didn't move from her bowing position, her long hair falling in a curtain around her face. "I, my people, require your help." Finally she stood upright, a worried expression on her face, and in her green eyes. "There's been some sort of sickness, spreading to the trees. They wilt and die, oozing a black substance that burns to the touch. Our healers are becoming useless," She explained, holding her breath each time she paused instead of taking one. "We're running out of ideas. The sickness is growing closer to the city, and we've already asked the high elves for help, but they appear busy with a war of their own. You're the last person who can save my people." Aeria gave the man a wary look.<br/><br/>"I've brought pay if you need enticement."