Over the past six days, in the absence of any place for him in the negotiations, the two razed buildings and partially destroyed wall have been rebuilt almost completely, largely by Malcharion, leaving almost no traces of the attack save for a few scorch marks on the ground here and there.
As part of the agreement, Willow Glen's meager military has largely been disbanded, the remainder of it joining with that of Morningveil, which will, in return, protect and provide for it as necessary. An arrangement out of necessity, in part, given Willow Glen's chances of caring for itself in this state. The remainder of the terms involves the Willow Glen shaman's relocation and nominal shift in allegiance between cities, though they are, of course, now largely the same for many purposes.
To this end, the shamans of Morningveil - including, however ill-advised this may be, Malcharion - have been sent to bring the new arrival from her home to their own city, where a new room, still under construction to some degree, has hastily been added to the barracks. To some extent, the benefit of keeping more experienced members of the profession present is quite clear to both sides in any case: Willow Glen's shaman, after all, has only completed her training in full yesterday.
Entering the city proves quite unnecessary; she can be found, albeit barely recognizable, waiting directly outside the city gates. "Elizabeth Ashcombe," she says by way of introduction, voice muffled through a scarf. In spite of the relatively temperate October air, she is completely covered in thick winter clothing, shivering every now and then even with this, when the wind blows. Dealing with cold, however mild, is clearly not her strong suit. She carries an oversized backpack, with a number of objects strapped to it, and a hawk - a pet, by the look of it - perched on her shoulder. Among other things, the pack has a number of long, collapsible wooden poles and a large roll of cloth attached to it; all the parts needed, at a glance, for a tent.
Besides this, she carries a decently sized sheathed battleaxe, not slung across her back as one might expect, but instead carefully wrapped in brown paper and cradled in both hands as if it were some sort of precious and fragile possession rather than a weapon. Despite only being a year or two older - if not much taller - than Lucia, she is evidently a good deal stronger, as the rather unreasonable weight does not seem to concern her much at all.
"You must be here to bring me to Morningveil. I apologize for the... inconvenience; there was really no need for this. Just tell me where to look for in the city, and I will find my way there myself." Though Elizabeth's face might be largely hidden between hat and scarf, it still does nothing to disguise the frequent stares in Malcharion's direction, nor her expression, however carefully suppressed, which makes it abundantly clear that she would prefer to be anywhere but here.