"Yes, I'm sure." You say. "We may be going extinct but that doesn't mean we'll sit by quietly and let it happen. No one deserves this fate so better to now that there are others out there than stay huddled in the dark, wondering if we are alone. Sometimes all it takes is a small bit of hope. What you're saying is that they should simply fade away, wondering what could be."

"No. What I'm doing is letting things run their course rather than inform them of their doomed fate. There is comfort in ignorance, and if you wish to tell them that their species as a whole is doomed, then so be it. Perhaps they will find solace in the fact that they are not alone or you may very well remind them how alone they are in the world say the slowly walk the path towards inevitable extinction. Not everyone deserves the truth and not all information is good to spread. However, you are my client and this is the information you chose to ask for. Use it as you see fit." Madam Web says calmly. She turns around and pulls out another scroll from the shadows. "You'll find their some of the more well known travel routes on this. They're more commonly seen in north western China though as you may have already guess, sightings have been diminishing." She pushes the map towards you and you quietly pocket it.

"Perhaps the Mongolians also had a hand in that." You wonder outloud. "What exactly do you know of them?"

"Only that Mongolian implies that they are a single group of people. In truth, they are a variety of tribes. Some nomadic, others staionary. It is a wild country that ranges from sandy to long plains of cold hard earth." Madam Web explains. "Tell me, do you know what a desert is?"

"Not really." You admit. "I assume you're not speaking of the food."

"It is hell. Or as close as you may find it here on the mortal realm. Inhospitable. In the winters, the temperature drops so low that your blood freezes in your veins. In the Summers, it is so hot that it will boil you from within. Imagine a beach where there is only sand for miles. You wander for days, weeks, months. Hoping against all hope for a single drop to drink and never finding it. The lucky few that survive such a harsh trip, only find themselves in flatlands, where at best there is some vegetation to eat or it simply bleeds into rocky mountains. It only grows colder as you go north and soon you'll find yourself in a colder hell of snow rather than sand. If you are going to wage war agaisnt them, know that they are formidable adversaries as the very lands have molded them into survivors even from birth. Other than that, there is very little information. Even my reach does not extend that far."