He had a hard time getting there. The root was thick with vegatation, and the lf was not a wanderer but a scholar. But as  his bodyguard had been distracted he had no other option then to keep going on his own. He slipped between bushes and threes, thorn cut his clothes as hecould feel the magic draw nearer. It was intoxicating, he as a mage was  being drawn to the roots core like a moth to flame. His body reacted, seemingly growing stronger and healthier. Yes. With this power, he would turn the war. He was sure of it! With renevewed and boosted vigor he continued to make his way. He stepped inside a glade and there it was. He had gotten there first, safe from the demons. Now all he ha t do was to tap into it.He'd be able to beat any fellguard with this much power at his finger tips. The young looking, very stoic elf began to prepare for the ritual.