The parchment crinkled in Liz's grip for what seemed like the hundreth time, the heavy creases starting to tatter around the edges. She couldn't help it, it had been nothing short of a godsend in her eyes. She was not unaccustomed to thriving in the forests, to settling herself beneath the trees and awaiting her next mission. Yet the Queen's current retreat had fallen back on research, and now there was a lull. She had to wait. Restlessness had driven her near mad and her subsequent venturings into the various villages dotting the region she'd lingered in last had resulted in a nasty brawl. They did not want her. She was far too dangerous to them, far too obviously not 'pure' human. 

A long black cloak slithered over the foliage of the forest floor, paired with the hiss of a sigh from her nostrils. She was not tired of travel, that was difficult to manage, yet as she peered down toward the ground and took note of the worn seams of her boots she realized her leathers would give in long before she did. She needed to stop and refuel. She had been contemplating joining Thortan, she knew all to well precisely who he was, but there was something in her that screamed against giving in. It felt too much like defeat.

As she peered down at her boots and their withering seams once more she let out a sigh, pausing where she stood and looking around. She could easily turn east now and make good time in getting to the mansion he had mentioned, and she knew that he would welcome her with open arms. Not only had she received the letter, but she had also been a significant assistance to the Dark Queen herself. The parchment crinkled further in her grasp as she turned and began heading eastward, silently cursing Thortan as she went. 

When she reached the will o' wisp she offered the parchment out, heavily crinkled as it was, it was obviously enough. She followed the bobbing orb of light, irritation settling into her features that she had to stop at all. Still, it would admittedly be nice to see Thortan again. He and the Queen were if nothing else considered friends by this point. There was a quiet groan as she reached the structure itself, hand sliding from within her large cloak to pound at the door. "Here I ammm..." She uttered the words in a singsong tone under her breath.