"You must set out for the Southwatch as swiftly as you may," she continues; "I have sent my owl ahead with a message telling them of your need. Watch the skies for hippogriff riders - I have asked them to seek you out."
She presses her share of the precious necklace into Dorgan's hands.
"Take this. It should help meet any payment they may require for their aid."
She looks at her Dwarf friend earnestly.
"On no account follow us through the Ring until you are cured. Time passes more swiftly there. To do so will only speed the poison's evil work and my magic will count for naught. Heal yourself first, please."
"And have an eye to the infirmary," she continues eagerly; "You recall the Guore leaf we found? See if there is any such to be found there. If all else fails, I believe a slumber induced by such a drug will impede the poison's progress. Better the sleep of the leaf than the sleep of death."
She turns her attention to the others.
"Gentlemen - and lady," she adds with a bow of her head and a small smile to Ashtad; "We must make decisions. As I see it we must assign our forces three-fold - the main party to relieve our companions trapped beyond the ring and to make an assault upon Alcazar, a second party to accompany Dorgan to the Southwatch, a third force to remain here and guard the pilgrims. Who shall stand where? Make haste; we have delayed long enough."
She has that worryingly purposeful look about her again...