Lauralana sighs softly, an almost wearied sight as she straightens from the map, her eyes narrowing as her gaze falls upon her own map that circled this very area with red circles. That in itself would be troubling, if there was any chance of somehow a core spawn was at work. It would fit, all the outbreaks of spawn have been growing in widening circles around this swamp, but Lauralana knew that there was no core, the procreator of Shadowspawn long since gone.<br/><br/>"Good. Have him sent immediately, we leave as soon as your men are rested, and we meet them along the river. I do not want to go through town." The instructions came easily upon her lips, commands falling as naturally as the air she breathed. She may not look it, but Lauralana was over nine hundred years old, the last Elf to be birthed, and her own age of becoming having only recently past. The age when an elf becomes ready physically to procreate. Thus her decision of when to find her way back to the elven homelands, to find a mate for herself.<br/><br/>"I will make the going as easy as I can, but I can not spare the energy to make the trip comfortable for you humans. I will need to save the energy for defeating the Shadowspawn."