Lauralana listened to his words, her ears that point sharply upwards flick occasionally almost habitually. For a long moment she does not speak, not until the flaps of her tent are pulled back and he is ushered inside. Another flick of her wrists and the lanterns glow faintly, bathing the area in golden light.<br/><br/>The creak of her leather breeches break the silence as she bends to retrieve a parchment from a chest nearby. "In ages past, Shadowspawn would work from one area. Breeding with beastmen and corrupting others to gain armies. They worked in ever widening circles, now they are too few, too weak to really pose much of a threat of building armies but their instincts are the same. You are correct to assume it is where things first began to escalate that we should look."<br/><br/>The parchment unrolled was a map of the known world, already a half a dozen red circles were marked and inked through, presumably shadowspawn she herself has irradicated. "It is wise to seek help from an elven hunter of spawn, rather then investigate yourself." This comment was said offhand, perhaps intending to be a compliment though the slightly imperious tones offput this.