Valla struggled to keep up with them. Between Drael's flight, and Tommy's damnable sure-footedness, Valla was feeling like a one-legged beggar. She tromped through the vegetation with little grace, trying to keep herself from tripping while also listening to the conversation. It would be too much to hope for an actual road or path, what need would Drael's people have for that?<br/><br/>It thrilled Valla, though, to hear that Drael was a Fae. It was as though a legend had stepped out of a book and said "hello" to her.<br/><br/>Valla glanced up to see Drael flitting near. The little fairy moved with such ease and grace, it made Valla feel even more like a lumbering ox. She controlled her heavy breathing, the price of exerting herself through the jungle, so she could speak clearly. "Um, Drael ... yesterday, you mentioned your people were having a problem with someone?" Valla asked. That wasn't quite right, but Valla remembered that was the gist. "You thought at first that I might be one of them. Can you tell us about that?"