The Moss Witch. The reason Rook had gone out in the first place, and then gotten captured. The reason they had to get her back from Lord Octa's grasp. The reason they all stood or sat around the campfire. Thaliar had heard the name before. First time was many years ago, when his clan's leader had forbidden all contact with the Witch because of "Heresy". The second was around the same time Rook left on her mission, so Thaliar was reluctant put faith in The Moss Witch. Not that he, or they had much choice. 

The Elf sat down beside the fire, legs crossed and arms lain on his lap. While he listened to what Rook had to say, he closed his eyes, preparing himself for the sort of rest Elves took; Meditating. The first he already knew. The second, he could not answer then, though the name Burren did ring a bell, far back in his mind. If he could only let his mind think freely...

The third, 'the raven', made Thaliar turn his head slightly, before he straighted himself again. "Who is this raven? Is it connected to this place you mentioned, Burren?" He asked to the group as a whole, his was calm and collected, free of the heavy breath their journey here had required.