Audrin's eyes went wide open, signifying he had sensed danger. He brushed his palm within his shaggy hair, vigorously. "It must be Amberose." He pointed at them. "A thought-form of serenades. She must have lured him while he was walking with us," he said.
Lynnie quickly cleared off sticky fragments of leaves in her hands and dusted her palms on her robe.
"What?" Marie shivered, with tension rising within her. "Do you have a clue of where it had taken him to?" She asked.
"I don't really know," said Lynnie. "I have heard of that particular thought-form, she loves good looking figures a lot. She has lured a lot of good-looking thought-forms too. "Step back a little," Audrin said to them.
