She travelled with her two companions - The charming young man, Ai'Thorn, a Psionic who had been on the vessel with her and in the Tavern at the time of the attack - and the self proclaimed 'Mistress of Flesh' Elo, a halfling woman with Psionic talents of her own - to Frostville, the farm, and back again.
The breeze carried the scent of the grain and wheat on it as it rippled through the fields around them while the trio traveled. From Frostville, it was just another mile to get to the farmstead they were heading to. At one point the group considered cutting across the fields to hasten their approach a bit, but they decided against it for worry of losing each other in the height of it all. It was fortunate that they chose not to - for as they turned the corner on the roads approach to the farm, the sight they beheld was a massacre they would not have been able to see from within the wheat.
At least twenty cattle lay strewn about the yard and road before them, slaughtered where they tried to run - their blood baked into the grass and dirt, corpses festering in the sun. A smell of rot touched the groups nose as they approached, not as bad as they might have expected, but the fresh air and breeze carried the scent away, and the carrion birds circled overhead, ready to begin their feast. It wasn't magic or poison that had done this, but blades. Men, or some form thereof, had murdered these poor beasts...likely the same men that had left the front door of the house open to the world outside.
Within, the stench was much worse, and caused the trios stomachs to churn - though only one actually succumbed to the effects of it and lost their previous meals to the foulness of it all. The man that had been killed was tied to a chair, his throat sliced, his body left to decay where he'd been sat through his ordeal. Unable to do anything for him, the trio looked for other bodies - but a sound drew their eyes to the floor, where a trapdoor into a cellar carried them down.
Down in the cellar, the woman and her children that they had found all suffered. Not only were they hungry, and frightened, but the soft sounds of whimpering and their failed efforts at talking gave reason to the blood that had dried to their chins and shirts. Laleh approached - a calm and soothing voice that reassured them and slowly worked up their trust, while the others searched the building before coming to help her. She gave them her rations, offered them what little she could do as a healer, and promised to get them safely away.
And that is what the trio did. In Frostville, they appeared suddenly, brought by Ai'Thorn's power - to the surprise of all around. The guards drew their swords and prepared to defend the reconstruction effort against new foes. But Laleh again stepped forward and reassured them, asking for aid. The workers gave the children and woman food, and Laleh sat with her as she wrote what she remembered of the whole matter down.
But she wasn't who Laleh had been searching for. She wasn't the girl that represented the illusion that sorceress had used. That girl from from another farm, only another half mile from the first. Determined to get answers and, if possible, save lives, the group headed back out again.