The woman presses close, the skin of the bubble actually bulging inward, and for one moment seeming like it's about to burst... but thankfully, your little safe haven holds true.<br/><br/><"Hmm..."> The woman pushes a hand<em>into</em>the bubble, soft grey skin parting the tense surface like a curtain, and somehow only letting in a little rivulet of water. One sharp-boned finger brushes the map... and new shapes appear, an interconnected series of waterways. <"That is my domain... and I can only really tell you anything about those places, rather than the forest as a whole. Brownies bring me reports, it is true... but not enough to give you detailed information."><br/><br/>She traces her fingers over the map, and stops at one small body of water about an inch from the X.<br/><br/><"I can take you here, though... if you will provide me with something in exchange, of course.">