Even for Liz, it was exceptionally difficult to avoid the contagious laughter bursting from Thortan. Her lips twitched, a smile just barely forming before she cleared her throat. Was there a chuckle hidden in there? Perhaps the woman at this rate was hiding her humor just to irritate the dark elf. Whatever brief essence of amusement lingered in the woman's stature or features faded as they reached the porch. It took Liz less than a split second to recognize the wax seal on the parchment he bore.

She waited as Thortan read, though her gaze was fixated on his features as if she were reading his reaction. As the parchment was passed she took a moment to find her own spot on the letter, head canting as she took in the words. A faint hum rose and the parchment was folded over and returned to Thortan. 

"Being discreet is smart, it even further limits the chances of information falling into the wrong hands. Though sometimes I wonder if she isn't being vague about her concerns intentionally for her own good as well. She has been through hell and back, afterall." She paused and then gestured to the parchment. "She also has a point. You do have a way of attracting trouble. Causing it... instigating it. Asking for it." 

Her eyes flicked over their surroundings, drawing upward as she peered toward the sky. "Do you have anything other than the wisps protecting this place? Enchantments? Magical barriers? Protections against scrying and such, at the least, I would presume." She looked at him expectantly.