Dreams looks around. 'The hearthstone appears to be missing...' She looks up towards the red-haired woman. 'And while it wouldn't be too beyond the pale to think somebody attuned it, during all these years, since the villagers told us you were a Solar, maybe you'd know something about it?' she says with a grin.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, outside...<br/><br/>The people of the town are retreating swiftly into their houses, as Daton stands in front of an imposing man. 'We don't know anything about any Anathema, and I'd think that the Wyld Hunt would have better things to concentrate on than a small town out here on the fringes of Creation.' he says, showing uncommon bravery, considering the clear marks of a Fire Aspect on the man... And the two troops standing behind him. Or more precisely, above.<br/><br/>The Wyld Hunt has arrived at Bethelm. The two mortal members ride in Common Warstriders, and the Dragon-Blooded leader, a tall, lanky, yet intimidating young man, with the flaming red hair and slightly tanned skin of a Fire Aspect, sits in the cockpit of his Warstrider, the chest open. 'We sent two scouts out near here several nights ago. They have not reported back yet. In light of the rumors about your town falling under Anathema worship... Oh, you didn't think we'd hear?' Daton goes white as the chest closes, the noble warstrider standing straight, noticeably higher, more ornate than it's fellows, a pair of jade daiklaves, wickedly hooked at the end, hanging from it's hands. 'Break open the cave system. We will catch the rat in it's hole.' he points forward, and the two warstriders advance, raining blows down.<br/><br/>Within the chamber, there are distant thuds. Considering the relative quiet of the chamber, if violence hasn't already exploded within, it won't be hard to notice.