It's not a terribly far walk; about forty minutes, though time is hard to tell in Ivy's foggy state. Eventually, they emerge into a clearing in the trees, though the canopy cover overhead keeps the area dark. Wooden stands, smeared with some sort of liquid, give off a soft, pale glow, providing some limited illumination, enough to make out where buildings and people are.<br/><br/>She guided Ivy through the edge of the town, to a mid-sized building. Unlike the elven village, these structures seemed built to stand a while longer, of sturdier materials. The building itself is a comfortable, three-room structure, and another elf is already waiting inside, wearing only a pair of sandals and a loose smock. "Welcome back, mistress," the elf said, her eyes cast to the floor. "I see your hunt was successful."