As soon as they came out of the woods, all the beings they saw a while ago ran into their cottages.
"These guys suck," Six said, almost offended.
Audrin stepped forward and yelled. "We come in peace fellows." His voice echoed from every corner of the modest hamlet, then he saw a head peek out of one of the cottages, staring at them.
"We have no time here," Six said in a low tone. "We seek the cottage of Lady Aurel," he sounded.
Gradually, the inhabitants began to come out. The hamlet had only three Elves. Most of the beings that lived there were thought-forms, a lot of them.
The thought-forms were very unique and reserved. Although they were humanoids, they had a special kind of aura that could make one assert they were woven by a very good expert. It could have been the handiwork of the gold spike, they thought.
