The smile was far more relieved to hear the tone made by Moonshadow when she said she was going to bring him news upon his son Leander and his well being. Watching her leave, he is reminded of his youth once more. A faint smile of nostalgia comes to his lips and he turned away to have a look at a small hand drawn portrait. It had been some time since his true bond had fled the mortal coil and he recalls the sensation of silken hands touching his cheek and the joy of her giving him two strong children. He knew she needed this journey to see the world for herself outside of the small hamlet and see things first hand before she could truly make any sort of judgement. After all she had never truly left the kingdom of the elves before... and his sons had done the same as she does now.<br/><br/>She had already scornfully looked at the handler of Moonlight and he sheepishly smiles before letting her saddle up. Before he could even give a prayer, a farewell, even utter a word she had already taken off at a cantor before it moves at a brisk trot. The spirited horse moves like a rapid along the trail and effortlessly weaves away from other elves that might cross their path. It had been trained well and knew better than to ride full gallop within the hamlet. The beast had some decent intelligence behind its eyes. The moment it had breached the boundaries of the hamlet, it began to ride at a full gallop without much urging, eager to put the hamlet behind them at Moonshadows urging.<br/><br/>She made excellent time being on a horse with no other souls to worry about. One elf travels faster than a small party of four on horseback. The first day yielded no real excitement for her as the Wispoak Woods were quite safe this far in. However it was only a few days ride between her and the fringe of orc territories. Upon the early morning of the second day she was coming across something interesting to say the least as she heads east towards the Tantamar Plains. Moonlight slowed to a trot as the road had become crowded. Bits of sunlight peek through the thick woodlands and easily illuminated the fact the road had been blocked by the remnants of a felled tree. However it had been moved crudely aside by hands, but the wagon and the host of dead bodies were a clear sign that something horrible had happened. Humans soldiers and Orc barbarians feathered by arrows, lying in pools of cloying blood. The wagon was a merchant's supply wagon and it had clearly been looted. The Orc had been shot in the back and the humans from the front. Both sides wore expressions of shock and surprise. The signs of an ambush gone horribly right...