Shrouded in darkness, the dark-clothed elf stood amongst the foggy banks of the woods, within the violet and grey clouds which concealed him from sight, even his own. Trudging through the marsh with tall black boots, the lower half of his cloak was soaked in swampy water and mud. It smelled of murkiness, a cold dampness that filled his nose, one that displeased him. It wasn't often he had come here to Duskmire. However he had done so because he thought the plant might be here, so close to where Shaecayrn resided he presumed. It was a faint vision, one that foretold that it may or may not be in this area, so it was hazy. He did not know where she would have gone after the ball, after the chaos that had happened with the mages and werebeasts. He was not present for the entire thing and indeed got lost amongst the frantic crowds, however he did find it surprising that such an act was not caused by the very evil being he had been on the lookout for. But he knew that it was still out there, just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And he could not let it bring harm to the woman that he had gone hunting with prior. They were so close to defeating it, and she was the only other one that knew about it as far as he was concerned.

He continued along the way of the marsh, it wasn't even evening yet, however he was still searching his way through the darkness, trying to see where he was going. Emerging from the misty area, he soon broke into a clearing, fresh air accompanied by the afternoon sunlight. It was quite refreshing amongst the trees, however they were dark in color. He breathed in the less damp air, and continued to walk along his way until he heard a noise. It must be the plant. It had to be. Turning his head abruptly, narrowed dark eyes glared in that direction. He did not make a sound, and his fingers curled more tightly against his lance. Suddenly, then he stepped forward.

"I know you are there. Show yourself," he called, seemingly into the silent woods.

Orin looked at him with surprise. Not to find a plant here but a man wearing green clothing and... a flower crown. His eyes then softened, however his expression then returned to its seriousness, inspecting the stranger with continued somber. "I do not," he answered the question. However, if this person was here then he may as well be in danger as well, looking for a ruin he said? That was far off priority than he should be concerned about his own safety. He continued to glare at him, however probably it seemed quite intimidating coming from the wanderer. He then began, walking near as he took a step forward, his lance tapping onto the soft ground below.

"You should turn back," he warned. "There is a great danger here and I cannot assure your safety." He then stopped not too far away from him, continuing to look at him with a raised chin, dark orbs pointed at him directly. "I know not of your ruin but I promise you, it is not greater than what you are venturing into." He kept his tone leveled, however what he said was cryptic. He probably seemed much like the woman that lived here. However, perhaps this one would heed his words, if he was reasonable of a man.

Orin stared at him for a moment. Yep, the plant would shred the flowers that sat on his head to pieces then infect the poor man. Well, if anything he could leave him be, but he should follow anyway, if he wished to go then he would be surely attacked. Orin needed to know where the plant was anyway, if it was here. Though if he could prevent another infection then he would try to stop it at all costs. Otherwise he would have just let the man be. He then gestured with his lance, which probably looked more like a staff except with its bladed edge at its end, to where the man was facing. "Go on then," he said.

"I will follow. But as I said before. I cannot ensure your safety." And it was true. He couldn't. Though, this was probably better anyway. Were he with Shimmer then the plant may avoid him. But if it detected someone new, then perhaps it would come not knowing that Orin was expecting him. It was a clever plan indeed, although he felt sorry for the sort that he was now using as bait. Nevertheless, he would follow him if he began to walk. Continuing in silence, the wilds were dead silent all around. Not one creature called, not one sound of any movement made amongst the trees. It was eery. Though as he walked he noticed that the man did not have pointed ears, so obviously he was not an elf. He wondered what he was, though he decided it was best not to pry.

He continued to stare at him gravely. "Orin," he replied curtly, not recognizing the name of the man. Which was good to hear, perhaps he would not know of Orin's once high place considering that he was not an elf. As they continued to walk through the woods then, a question came from him that caused Orin to stop entirely, looking at him with what seemed to be disgust. A fae? Did it look as if he had wings? All the way out here in Duskmire Woods, where the fae hardly ever ventured? He could not guess an elf? Orin was taken aback by this, however he tried to not let it show on his face as it resumed to its usual seriousness.

"No," he answered. It was short and low in tone, however as they continued walking he did not like the silence of the whole woods. If anything perhaps they should make more sounds, as to attract the plant to their direction. He looked around slightly before focusing his attention back to him as they paced. "I am an elf. And what are you? My guess is that you are not from here." Especially not looking like that. It was so different from what Shaecayrn wore, or what anyone wore in these woods for that matter. He looked as though he were going to some religious festival in the Dryhtwood Forest. It was a wonder how he was able to keep the marshy terrain at bay.

He continued to look on as they walked, listening to him speak as the leaves shaded them from the sky above. So far there was no sign of the plant. He made nothing of his comment, however he then looked at him once he spoke of his race. A mage. Well, this place seemed to be popular for mages then. Especially considering the fact that Shaecayrn was one. He continued to walk however at the note of his power Orin tilted his head in slight interest, his eyes somewhat amused. Invocation. The invocation of what, he wondered. He was silent for a moment as his attention focused forward on their direction, but then he spoke.

"What sort of invocation?" he asked, eyes moving to him again, a hint of intrigue. He wouldn't have asked for it wasn't to distract the plant, but who knows, maybe it wouldn't be here after all. Though, he couldn't be certain. But he was curious. He had the power of the earth, something which he valued greatly.