The morning's meal was light, the bathwater warm and welcoming, and the lady elf ready and waiting him by the time the hour was up. Dressed in a set of snug leather pants and a vest this time around, she was clad in a more tight-fitting outfit than usually but yet there were things that stood out to his eyes. It was well made, to the point of looking custom-fit, and while it was not decorated with sigils or gaudy with gemstones or otherwise so marked for a particular person, there was a look about it that it belonged to a lady of some reputation. Same with the fact the dark brown gloves and the boots that came with the outfit sit so well together, and the cloak she wore on her shoulders seeming a mixture of green leaves and the grey stone shade, there was a feel to the whole essemble that this was not for looks but for more.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, the two of them were on horseback and on the way soon enough, and the cobblestone roads leading out of the city still quiet at this early hour. He could see a pair of dwarven women hurrying across the street at one point, both of them holding metal ingots in their arms and in a hurry towards a forge where another, third dwarven woman seemed to be hammering on forth with some project in a loud fashion. Still, that brief curiosity aside, their journey out of the city was remarkably calm. While there was a bit of mist in the air, it wasn't too cold or raining at the hour, but still, it did add to the feeling as the two of them crossed over the grounds outside the city and set off towards the woods where the mother dryad rested.<br/><br/>Tehr's faithful mount carried him in an eager manner that morning, seeming happy to run free and to journey a longer distance than the in-city travels, while Rosalyn's mare carried her at a steady pace as well a little behind him at times, at other times riding by his side. Entering the edge of the forest, they found the woods sparse enough to cross into with a horse underneath them, but a bit further ahead it would become more difficult. Still, there were paths that could be followed further, and only in the deeper sections would it become necessary to step off the old trails to find the fey that lay there.<br/><br/><strong>"Its quiet,"</strong>Rosalyn noted after a moment. On their first arrival a few birds tweeted in the distance, and there was some rustling as a quick fox dashed across their path further off, carrying a small hare in its jaw obviously having been successful in its hunt. Yet the tweeting and crowing noises had began to halt recently as they had made their way further. Though Tehr could see many tree trunks with much of the bark torn off, and deep cuts dripping sap here and there. A bloody scent began to waft a bit further, as they came to witness a dead doe along the side of a hunter's trail, but the animal had not been killed and skinned or cut up for meat. It had been savaged, its throat torn and its flesh ripped away violently, with snapped bones scattered bit further, some of them showing meat on them, and what was more evident, the blood leaking from the mess was still spreading, and seemed warm.<br/><br/><strong>"Master Tehr... I think if you know battle magic, it might be wise to prepare."</strong>Rosalyn was looking around alert and wary, seeming to be looking for a threat but not finding one just yet even as her mare let out a frightened whine.