The air around Tamara feels a bit heavy as she sets off in the same direction as before, driven by a desire for revenge against the Lady in Red. At first, the heaviness seems like it might be from the overwhelming amounts of pheromones and magic in the clearing... but as she and Lukas press onward, the feeling doesn't dissipate. It just continues to build, like a waterfall just waiting for the dam to break...<br/><br/>Not that Lukas notices, as he weaves and teeters along behind his armored companion. The world seems hazy and too-vibrant all at once, and his senses swim. The only thing clear in his eyes is the form of his companion, with unnatural light seeming to shine from her blonde hair and her armor gleaming like mirrors.<br/><br/>"Hmm... You have pretty hair, Tam." The words slip out before the daggerdare can stop himself, but for some reason he can't seem to make himself worry about it. It just feels right to say. Though whether it's "right" for Tamara to hear... be that as it may, he says it at least twice more as they continue through the strange, dream-like forest, just to be sure it gets through.<br/><br/>And he's about to make another comment, only this time about her legs, when suddenly the ground dips in front of them, causing the rogue to nearly lose his balance and go tumbling down a long, shallow hill. Ahead of them, an immense wizard's keep rises high... but it seems to be surrounded on all sides by a maze of rosebushes and statuary. And at the gate of the maze, so many yards away, the lady in red waits... and beckons.