Someone speaks, and Beleth turns to heed the words. As her eyes draw down towards the voice, her eyebrows rise up. A person the size of a child, but who could not be mistaken for one. The weariness on his face alone seemed more fit for a man twice Beleth's own age. Her eyebrows continue to rise as he speaks, and there is a faint look of alarm about her.

Fantastic. She can handle herself in a fight, normally, but she hasn't so much as an arrow to her name, and something that can tear into a building is unlikely to heed polite requests to stop.

"This is a request to gather mushrooms at--" A quick glance at the paper. "--Infinity Cove. I will be accompanied by another person, though neither of us are armed, yet." She turns to him again, a politely apologetic look on her face. "Would you lend me any other wisdom on what could be expected? Swimming, I can handle, but beyond that, I would appreciate any information that would let me prepare."

If the mushrooms start attacking (or perhaps turn out to be a sentient colony), she would be in a bad spot. Maybe she could find a sharp rock.