The Indian part of Fatima's heritage bristled a little at the thought of someone taking down an elephant. They were peaceful creatures that were generally hunted for no good reason. But she had to remember that different worlds had different rules. For all she knew, whatever Chandra called an 'elephant' was more like a tiger.

Or something.

"Listening?" Fatima suggested, with a glance at Roy.

She trotted up ahead of him a few paces, veering off of their path to a patch of brush and scraggly grass. She didn't have to use any spells to see that this was clearly the Old Country Buffet of the area.

"I'm thinking we may want to get off the beaten path," she muttered, running her fingers over the blades of grass. "This is a crowded area. I'm guessing our friend is more remote."