The silence that accompanied them throughout the ride towards town is broken by an exasperated sight from Ambrosia as she peers out the window, her eyes catching all the splendor of the beautiful landscape surrounding them. So much beauty in this world, she thinks to herself as the trees pass by one after another in and endless scene of green, browns, greys, and all the assorted colors of nature, even when one knows the dangers that lie within it. Some believe the beauty to be a trap but that isn't a fair judgement. The beauty can't help that so many are blinded by the senses they depend on to survive. They call us monsters because of our ability to lure those unable to resist our charm but fail to acknowledge that their lack of self-control is the real reason of their demise. We must eat just like they do yet they forget that simple truth whenever one of theirs falls prey to us. Fortunately, for me, she smiles as she gives a glance over to her companion, studying him with an attention only true lovers could understand as John concentrates on the road, I found someone who understands that truth even more than myself, even if he has yet to realize it himself. I wish so dearly to tell you, my love. You do not know how much it pains me to hold these secrets from you, the very secrets that this place looks to eventually open up toyou. I knew it was coming the moment you received that letter to come here, that my promise to your mother would soon be lost. You must discover yourself eventually, though, as all must do. I can only keep part of that promise, that I will not tell you myself but I cannot prevent you from coming upon it on your own if that becomes your desire. I could try to lure you away with my powers, though we both know how fruitless that endeavor would be. The only thing I can do is be here for you to ensure the backlash that may come doesn't become your end. She places her left hand on this right forearm and squeezes gently.<br/><br/>"It's beautiful here, isn't it," he remarks while keeping focus on the winding road that continues to bring them through what seems like a forest with no end. He catches her absent nod of agreement from the corner of his eye.<br/><br/>"It truly is," she responds. "I wonder if the town can hold onto the beauty."<br/><br/>John shrugs slightly, "Jaime seems to think so," he says, referring to the head attendant of the estate who they met as they reached the mansion earlier. After a quick introduction she had informed the new arrivals of the failed attempt to reach the mayor's office so entrusted the two to head into town and try to find him as well as meet some of the locals, establish some sort of report with everyone.<br/><br/>"We don't even know if we are going to be staying here yet," John had stated while Jaime was trying to send them off.<br/><br/>A flash of perfectly groomed teeth appeared with a smile that any man would find alluring before she retorted, "Oh, I think you'll find yourself unable to resist this place once you get a hold of what it has in store for you."<br/><br/>A low, quick grunt escaped from John before he could stop himself, "It takes more than expansive mansions and riches to claim my attention." An air of pride swept off him that was palpable.<br/><br/>That it does, my love, Ambrosia thought as he looked upon him with the smile that would lure nearly any victim to her clutches. Never you, though.<br/><br/>After a quick tour of the mansion, though, John agreed that the place did have a charm to it that he couldn't quite figure out where it came from and agreed to go see the mayor in person after another try to phone his office came up with nothing. It has been a little over an hour since they left the gate guarded by the former military group and they have yet to see any signs of civilization outside the occasional sign that assured they were going in the right direction.<br/><br/>"He definitely ensured his seclusion," comments John as another signs passes them displaying the name of their destination and a current distance of another twenty miles off. "Eversprings," he reads off the sign before it zooms by, "I don't even think I've heard of it before."<br/><br/>Another nod of agreement from Ambrosia as she eyes the sign herself, "From what Jaime was saying, not many people have. It makes me wonder what sort of people we are going to find there."<br/><br/>"Me too, hopefully the sort of people that don't hold on to too many outdated ideals. I've heard places like these tend to keep traditions that tend to spark conflict pretty easily. I wouldn't want to run into a bunch of racist pricks who think women need to stay in the kitchen." He speeds up a bit as the outskirts of town slowly come into view.<br/><br/>Ambrosia sighs as she takes in the thought, "From what I've seen the location doesn't seem to make a difference."<br/><br/>A nod of the head from John as he frowns, "You're right. I've seen just as much bigotry from large cities as I've heard small towns are supposed to have. Quite the shame, really."<br/><br/>"But," she adds quickly with a proud smile flashing on her face, "it is people like you that help make the world a less hateful place, you must remember that."<br/><br/>"What in the world," John spoke out loud as his attention was quickly pulled to the center of the road a few hundred feet away from them. The sight he held in his vision was quite odd, if not a little intimidating; An older man holding a gun while two other people, obviously younger are standing in the road as well, one seemingly naked. He brings the car to slow crawl as it approaches the scene before breaking entirely only several meters away, putting it in park and exiting the vehicle. "Hey", he calls out loudly, what the hell is going on here?"