She nodded, once the negotiations were complete. "Do ye 'ave a patient ta look'at? Or any sample're the like?"<br/><br/>Over the next few hours, Anke would guide Farliaren around, and try to have her help to identify the issue. The Ghaele seems as stumped by the situation as the rest, though hearing the descriptions of the effects, and the result, she posits, "Tha' smacks o' Fey influence, iffin I ever 'eard it. Somethin' righ' nasty... but somethin' rooted 'ere in tha Material," she said. "Wha'ever's causin' this, is somethin' on<em>this</em>plane, annot in tha Firs' World."<br/><br/>Unless they had more need of her, having exhausted her capabilities to aid in the short time, she'd depart.<br/><br/>A little over a week later, the team he had sent into the Narlmarches returned, a little bloodied. They report that there's a disturbingly large goblin encampment set up near the headwaters of the Thorn River, complete with fortifications. Surprisingly well-hidden, too, and with aggressive patrols. They ran into no less than three of them, on their way in and out, which explained their injured state - anyone less competent would've been completely overrun.<br/><br/>Hours later, the group that went to Lake Silverstep reported in. They were informed of activity from the First Realm in recent months, by Eranex, but after confirming that it wasn't related to Osrig, she had paid it no further attention. She, and they, couldn't confirm the exact location, but it seemed to be in a location near the southern 'toe' of the lake.