They wait, and Lukas babbles. Once or twice, he tries to urge Tamara onward... only to be held back by a glare or tug on the wrist. And though it may feel like an eternity, after another ten minutes or so the fog begins to lift, eventually leaving the rogue crouched, cradling his head in his hands and shivering like an opium addict on withdrawal.<br/><br/>"Ugh.... I don't think I like this place very much, Tam." With a shake of his head, Lukas pushes himself up from his spot on the soft grass next to the warrior, letting his eyes wander down towards the maze entrance and across the shifting hedges. "Way too many things that like to get into your head and pants. And not in a pleasant way...."<br/><br/>With a sigh, the rogue starts off down the hill, falling into step just behind Tamara and pulling his star-shaped daggers from their place on his hip as they enter the labyrinth. Almost immediately, the branches of the hedges around them begin to quiver, and Lukas is convinced that he can hear tiny voices, gushing to each other in sylvan. Faeries... figures, given the Lady in Red's powers and the nymph-thing that had gotten him so drunk on her musk that he'd nearly let himself be consumed.<br/><br/>And speaking of the Lady... she's already waiting for them when they walk through the maze's "gate," standing against a row of hedges on a wall of hedges in front of the first fork in the path. If anything, she looks even more glamorous than before, clad in a slinky red evening gown and with a hunger burning in her eyes fit to melt any mortal's resolve.<br/><br/>"Why do you both insist on fighting?" Her voice rings out in common, husky and inviting. "You could have pleasure unending, and release all those pent up frustrations inside those mortal bodies of yours. How long has it been since you were truly satisfied?"<br/><br/>Though her voice is calm and collected, her body language makes it apparent that she's not dropping her guard completely... she stands like a rabbit cornered by a fox, ready to dart should an opportunity present itself. It's enough to stay Lukas' hand, at least for a moment... though a faint grimace flickers across his features at the Lady's question.