Orin did not move, standing still as he continued with his grave gaze. The elves just had made a recent excursion to defeat the plant. He had not been there, but what from the earth told him they had been unsuccessful, many of their lives slain while the vile creature made a run for it, fleeing at the sparks of fire. If this was not a dire situation, perhaps the man would have shaken his head saying that they tried, that the elemental magic was not enough and they need more help. But, he was not here to plea for the aid of all mages. He was just for her alone.

The man closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them again. "I am certain that I know how it can be contained," he spoke. Contained. Not defeated, not killed, contained. But once it was contained, defeating it shall be made a far easier task. It would prevent its spread, and Orin did not know how many elves it had infected so far. But, it seems that the plant seems more intent on infecting others than sustaining its own life, though Orin could not figure out why. "You have the magic to manipulate the world in ways others cannot," he stated, although she would know that already. But she probably had not told him, though it was something he gathered from his information of her. "I need your aid to contain it." It would be just the two of them, he supposed. No... he preferred it to be this way. If too many elves were involved, who knew how long this was going to take. And, if his guess was correct then it would sacrifice itself to infect the masses. Orin could not let that happen.

"For your reward," he said, he pulled out a large bag of coin from his belt, tossing it toward her. Inside there would be many gold coins and gems, something he knew she would be quite fond of it seemed. "I know you do not care for our kind, as it is with most other species," he continued to talk, letting her inspect the bag if she wished. "But I promise you this would be your worthwhile," he said, his chin rising in the air as he looked down toward her with dark eyes. If she couldn't help him, then all the elves, no, the other races too, would be in danger. Unsaid to her he knew that if it wasn't stopped it would spread to the school of mages as well. No one knew how to stop it. The elves were very wise, and he doubted the mages could even figure out how to defeat it before it got to them. Material value did not mean much to him anyway. As a wanderer he was used to living in the forest alone without much. If she desired more he assumed he could get it without much trouble.

His head turned to the side slightly. He closed his eyes and sighed. "I will tell you everything I know," he said. He did not wish to, however he knew it was necessary. He also assumed that she would most likely want to know more about it anyway, so he had already planned on telling her. She also needed to help him contain the plant, so he also felt that she needed to have as much information on it as possible. He was more certain on it now anyway. Before, it was mostly guesswork. Now, after watching the elves hunt it down he had more concrete facts. That and the earth had been much nicer on giving him information. He knew it was weak to fire. Orin wasn't exactly sure how her powers worked but he could see that she could manipulate almost anything. Perhaps many things at once. This was why he had sought her.

His eyes opened and he looked at her again. "That plant is a dangerous creature, one that even myself hardly knows anything about," he forewarned, grave eyes matching his tone of voice. He then continued, although speaking more informative than before. "It can move about on its own. It had engulfed many elves, to where their extent lay I do not know. They are either dead or infected," he momentarily gazed out in thought, before speaking again. "But elves had become infected. This plant messes with their mind. It tells them to do things that they normally wouldn't do, and it wants for them to spread the infection. Not many elves had become infected but the authorities are realizing about this danger now. They have sent their soldiers after it, to prove unsuccessful." His voice dropped, almost sounding ominous, though it changed to a hopeful tone soon after. "But, it is weak to fire. That is the only weakness it has as far as I know." He had nearly set the forest on fire, which she had seen from their previous encounter. "However, it flees even if fire reaches it. It moves with speed, and it can burrow itself in the ground. I believe it uses its own vines as well as others to help itself move away." But there was something else that he recently found out. "It also has the potential to wield weapons. As it did when it injured my shoulder with my own blade. The one that you healed," he said, briefly touching the said area with one hand as he looked down upon it. His hand fell back to his side and he resumed. "It can think. As I realize it is becoming sentient. It is becoming a living creature," he said, determined in his words as he spoke them. "It thinks, eats, rests, just like any one of us but it is far more powerful." His voice paused, as he himself did not know how this was possible. "I do not know its intentions, but I know that it is evil for certain," he said. "As I said, it eats. Which is why I need you. I have a plan in order to capture the creature. To make it easier to kill. But, I have a feeling that there is more at work here." He then paused once more, looking up at the sky briefly before returning his gaze. "I wish to question it. If it values its life, then it should speak. I know it can." Even though he never heard it talk. He knew that the plant was playing dumb, trying to fool the elves into believing that it was a mindless beast. But Orin knew better. It was smart, and he knew that there was probably more to the plant than any elf could think of. "It should at least comply. But it will be a trap. If it doesn't speak, then we will burn it," he concluded, looking at her with his continued grave gaze of his dark eyes, allowing her to think upon it. Although, he already had a plan in mind, but he wished for her to speak first.

He looked upon her as she spoke of the plant not being evil. Orin was certain it was, or at least had some sort of nature to it, even if it wasn't thinking properly on its own. He sensed a dark magic to it, one that was unknown. Arguably, yes, she was right. But the wanderer could sense that there was something off about this plant. He didn't know what it was, but so far he had only seen destruction in its path. Even if it did try to infect the elves somehow, for a plausible reason, it was nevertheless destroying the forest in that manner. The race of the elves were as old as the very trees of the Dryhtwood Forest. Orin could not let his own kind down.

"From what I have gathered, when the plant infects a person it tries to bend their will. So far I had not seen anyone fully succumb to it yet, but it grows stronger the longer it is alive," he said, trying to remember what he had seen from a few individuals. "But... I believe now it is not focused on that task. On its last legs it valued self preservation over its spread. But I fear that once it knows that it is preserved, it will begin to spread again." If it knew where to hide, knew the weaknesses of the elves, or anything of that matter, then perhaps it could spread far more quickly and have a greater hold on their minds. He couldn't let his own people turn against each other. Not what he had seen from the few visions of the future. "I do not know if it brings sickness or death. But they appear to be weak," he said finally, his posture relaxing slightly. He had thought of the plan before, and now he would have to explain it. Well, hopefully she would understand what to do now that the explanation of the plant was out of the way.

"My plan is to attract the creature. To bring it here and force it into a confinement. I see that you can do many magic abilities at once yes? I can lure the creature here. But I need a cage. One magically crafted that can trap it from all sides. It lunges out with one of its vines, it can escape. We need an enclosed cage in order to prevent it from escaping." No ordinary cage would work. From within the bars, no matter who close together, he knew that even the smallest leaf of the plant could lead to its escape. "But, as I can lure it here, it knows where I am. I need another diversion. One that looks just like myself." An illusion. If she could cast an illusion of him while he distracts the plant, it would get confused and follow the wrong one into the cage without trapping the real Orin. He knew the plant was greedy, that it would get close to the man when it had the chance. "Once it is captured I can take things from there. That is, until the time comes we need to destroy it. We will need your fire," he then said. "Can you do it?" he asked of her, hoping that she was willing to agree with his course of action.

"Right now," he said, gazing to the side. It was going to be here soon, the man knew. Orin did not waste anytime in pondering about his reflective illusion, as he already had planned this out in his mind. The plant would be here. He had purposefully led it here, as it had chased him. He could tell that it was on his track, from what the earth had told. He could not tell why, but he couldn't rest to find out. If the creature indeed planned on coming, then he now shall be ready. With the help of Shaecayrn this would be much easier. Orin knew too much about it, he supposed, and now luckily he had passed on his knowledge to someone else if something happened to him, even if she seemed to not care for the elves.

Anticipating the plant's arrival, he could hear bushes rustling in the distance. With one last look at the woman, his gaze was grave, however it was with determination that he nodded in her ability t o perform her tasks well. With that he immediately then turned, dashing toward the opposite direction, flying high over a log in which his illusion did the same. His illusion was running toward the beast, which was something he would never do but he was unsure if the plant could tell the difference. He would need to buy her some time. Time to make the cage. It would be the most effective if she could make it right on top of it, however he would need to be haste in bringing it over there. Though, it will be tricky in general, as to even fool it into luring it there would be quite a challenge. Running through the forest, Orin continued dashing by the trees, light in his footsteps as to not be detected by the plant.

His illusion ran the same way, and in order to fool the plant, the man started talking to himself, knowing that his illusion would do so as well. "I have to protect them. Those elves, if the plant finds them, they will all ve doomed. This is my only chance. I can't let their hiding place go to-!" at that moment, the plant lashed out at the illusionary man, although Orin dodged the attack. The real Orin did not know what was happening, but he supposed that he would have encountered the plant by now hearing those words. If there was anything it wanted, it was preservation. And the elves. All of the elves in one spot, that was where he would bring it. Only if it knew what really awaited in the sacred hiding place. A mage and a cage, and as the wanderer continued to dodge the plant, running and dancing around its whipping vine lashes, he hoped that he could lure it back to where she was.

Hopefully the woman would be smart enough to hide up or behind a tree to make this easier on him, he thought. The real him slowed down slightly, turning his head toward the direction of where she was the distance away, wondering when it would be time.