After a moment's silence, she picks out a fossilized, humanoid skull and turns it upside-down in her hand.
"Well," she says, "if you're going to be any help, you'll need your sleep. There's a stand of trees along the coast, behind the first hill point, where no one is likely to go. My most trusted and stealthiest ilgoblin can meet you there in the nights, and return you there before dawn. That is, until the Shtath problem has solved itself one way or another."
She pours something into the skull from a small pouch. It looks like water, but smells pungent.
"I can ward your chosen tree, to further decrease the chances of unwanted visitors. We should go now, though, before everyone wakes up."