Glaran shrugged. "A message. A note. Something like that." He stirred the contents of the pot, putting the spoon to his lips. He nodded to himself, then added some more of the herbs. "Lord Galladrin is a very private man. He has not told me where he wants me to take you." He moved over to her side of the fire. "I was told instructions would be left at the cabin. Taste this and tell me if you like it?" He leaned towards Elizabeth, offering her a spoonful of the soup. "Careful, it's hot." He leaned towards the spoon, blowing on it softly. It was strange seeing the assassin do something so..homely.