"Yes - the children should go back via the best roads," the elf agrees, brows furrowed as she peers over the grimy little things. "We don't want any of them getting lost on the way back. In fact, we should probably count them now and make sure they all have names, or tie a rope around their waist, or something to ensure they all get from *here* to *there* without chasing a butterfly down a well or whatever it is they do. And I am quite ready to put this place behind me, even if I'd like to see fire put to that ...goo before it turns into an otherplanar horror or creeps away into some cave. Fire to the whole place, in case they've left scriptures behind some unwary, unscrupulous soul will go and read. But mostly I must wait for my Ain to return with word of your ...'friend', Xarithe."