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Essaerae scoffed at Aeron's joke, as she slowed her run to a brisk walk.

"I haven't taken a Prince yet, because not a single one offered can cast even a shadow towards my Father's direction."

She stopped abruptly. "You see that?" She pointed to the west, where there appeared to be a break in the trees bordering the forest. The bottom of the trunks were black, as if they had been burned. Each tree was broken, and shoved in opposite directions, to the forest floor. It appeared as if something had burned them from the ground up, and pushed them over after the bark proved weak enough. Essa crossed the distance to the scene, and squatted down to examine it further. The smell that was left was unique, it didn't smell of just burnt wood. Something else lingered in the air.

As the Princess, with her magic completely in tune, she could recognize Xanan power upon approach. This wasn't from any Drow within Ufaria. This was different. She could sense its' power, the ancient perfection of its' delivery.

She stood again, and peered through the barrier. There was a trail, of similar form. Whatever it was, it was big.

"Gather your senses, Aeron. We're going in to investigate."

Entering the forest was a dangerous act. The land was neutral grounds between the two elven factions. It was possible that they might come across a Drow or two. Without their armor and weapons, they were defenseless. However, Essarae didn't care. Something mysterious had made its' presence known. She was determined to seek it out, and find out what it was exactly.