It does not take long for the spell to fall apart as too many of you pursue different roots of inquiry, being unable to meet so many demand, the magic simply slips away. As the affect fades, the void of your senses is flooded with the stimuli of your surroundings that until now had gone unnoticed.<br/>Aeryn recovers first and begins questioning the fey folk on what they saw. The image of the sand monster, presumed to be the Red Man, attracted much attention. The kneeling hound symbolized strong loyalty and upon further examination his blood soaked hand gripped by another and a pile of items glowing green and yellow were also revealed. The former indicates his owing of a life debt to someone, and the gear seems to be enchanted with conjuration and transmutation magic.<br/>Many of them are convinced the leader of the enemy is a good speaker; hence his tongue of honey, and must on some level be controlling the others through charisma and promises, rather than brute force. However, the remaining aspects of the vision are less, clear, although the orange energy suggests to the healer a spell caster, but she is not sure if it is one who gains power from the worship of the sun, or one who directly invokes its intense flames.<br/>The crowned insect creature appears to be the humanoid jackal’s bride, but the dry soil on which she stood, littered with dead, dry plants, indicate that she is barren, which seemed to be an important factor in her role. Her mind flooded pink energy out into the surroundings, indicating a rigid, but competent form of mind magic.<br/>Some asked why the Red Man attacked Morgan, and they saw a hunting dog, tearing at a mother dear’s throat whilst his master watches on with approval. The beast was trying to get to the younger ones who fled whilst their mother sacrificed herself. You have heard of this cruel practice: for many nobles the softer fur and leaner meat of the younglings attracted a higher price, and so many hunters would sell only them, gathering as much as they could carry and leaving the mother’s corpses to be had by the wolves. With a shudder you recall one of your masters, who would regularly eat a young dear, boiled whole with only the head and hooves removed. A few of the pixies also inquired as to what Aeryn’s role was in the confrontation, and saw merely a cracked stone splattered in blood.