The Prince walked over to the Swordsman and the Elementalist while Irzen said, "If your people can travel, I suggest we do it now. We dare not linger. If what your subject Travaran says is true and if the horde does control all of the roads into and out of this valley, then they will have patrols afoot and in numbers far larger than just one Ogre."

"What say you, Alyson?" Willow turned towards the Elementalist.

"I'm in total agreement here. Lets get moving." She looked back to the others.

Lazheros stood up sensing the anticipation from Irzen, Willow and Alyson. "Time to go to, Serna."

"Okay," Serna took up her shield and prepared to travel.

Elbauthin motioned the others to stand up, "He's right. Gather your things. We make for the outpost. We must stay in the tree line for awhile longer before we reach our destination."

"Willow, I cannot scout ahead if I don't know where I am going," Irzen warned the Prince, "The best I can do is go with the one who is leading them to this hidden outpost and keep watch as best I can."

"I can show you," Elbereth approached the drow cautiously. "This way."

"Thanks, kid, and your name is?" The Swordsman inquired with a warm smile.

"Elbereth..." Her father said in a hushed tone but his daughter had always been strong willed.

"That's a pretty name," Irzen gave the child a friendly wink of the eye, "For a cute kid."

"I will accompany your daughter while she leads the group through the tree line." The elementalist reassured him.

"Very well. I will trust you to keep your word, Edan." Elbauthin glanced in the elementalist's direction.

"Understood," The prince began to help his people gather their possessions for the journey ahead.

Lazheros waited for the rest of the elves to move into a single line along the tree line. Dwarves often traveled in a similiar fashion, or in pairs. "I will follow up behind everyone else here, Prince Willow."

"And I'll stay in the center and keep my shield at the ready to protect us all should we come under attack," Serna offered.

"Thank you, my friends, your efforts are greatly appreciated," The prince joined Elbauthin and reassured him, "Between the Swordsman and the Elementalist your daughter is in the best of hands. They will see to it that no harm shall befall her."

Irzen took up a flanking position next to Elbereth and Alyson, "Lead on, kid, we've got your back."

Elbereth moved to the other side of the elementalist instead of being in between them. Had it been Willow, she would remained there. Alyson smirked a little remembering she did something similar when she was a kid spending her first summer in Asylum.

Irzen just shrugged his shoulders as the Wood Elven girl lead the way.

"We're almost there," Elbereth said quietly.

The entire group traveled for another hour along the tree line when the elven girl stopped. She scanned the treeline and saw nothing but maybe her father knew what to do, and signaled for him to come up to them.

Elbauthin brought his fingers to his mouth and whistled loud enough for three well camouflaged wardens to step out in full view of the Elementalist, and Swordsman. "Mae ngovanne."

The lead warden stepped forward with bow drawn, "Mankoi naa lle sinome?"

"Now THIS is the welcome I was expecting," Irzen whispered over to Alyson as he raised his hands, "What the heck is he saying anyway? My Wood Elvish is rusty as hell."

"I think he's asking us who were are?" Alyson whispered back to him keeping her attention forward.

Elbauthin held up his hands, "My family and friends were attacked by the horde. My home has been destroyed, and we were fleeing for our lives from an ogre until these people showed up. Most of them went and killed the monster, the remaining two found and healed our wounded, as well as provided us with food and water to regain our strength."

One of the wardens stepped forward his bow drawn and then lowered it upon seeing the ranger, "Prince Willow?"

"Yes! It is I. Lower your weapons," The Prince commanded his rangers as the rest of the party caught up, "All that our friend, Elbauthin, has said is true. I have returned in the hour of our peoples greatest need. Take us to your outpost. I wish to speak with your commander."

The three wardens all lowered their weapons slowly. The leader motioned all of them to follow through a well hidden trail leading to the fort. When they arrived, the party could see a fully armed and well defended fort manned by a full compliment of wardens and rangers eyeing all of them warily. The main doors were made of the English oak, a thick and dense wood capable of holding back any threat save for a battering ram, or magic. The leader of the outpost came down a spiral staircase flanked by two other wardens, "Mae govannen."