Thortan heard the booming echo of Liz's magics colliding with his, the sky darkened as the spells became intertwine. He sensed the promise of death in the new wards, his face locked in a grim position. He walked into his room, beakers filled tables, some filled with fluid, others waiting for use. Along the walls were books filled with every subject imaginable. He got to the last shelf and pulled out several rolls of parchment. Walked back to a semi clear table and began to lay them out. Maps of the surrounding area decorated the scrolls, the dark elf had surveyed the land himself.

"I would hazard a guess that they sent a runner to the king, from this distance it would take a week at a good pace to reach Valsera, maybe two days to condense his main army, a month to return with that many men. I am sure the natural dangers of the forest would prevent them from entering the rear side. But just in case, I must warn the hidden denizens all the same. I should have Liz lay traps through the front of the forest, to slow and thin the men. Lias training will have to accelerate if she is to help more efficiently. And I should begin brewing my potions. There just isn't enough time!!" Thortan flipped the table angrily. Than he threw a ball of darkness at some of his science supplies, the glass shattering as it came into contact with the spell.

"This is ridiculous, if I was at full strength none of this would matter!! The war would be over in days!! I just want this to end." He said to himself. "Is this what you wanted you old crone's?? Just sitting up there, looking in your pensive, weaving your bloody tapestry!! Lap it up while you can, have your fun, we will figure this out. And we won't need your help this time!!" He smashed an other vial in anger, than he sat in his bed, the energy leaving him.