[ If anything, the silence is deafening now that Vex is aware of it. Save for some atmosphere, the quiet wind flowing through the town square, nothing else here seems to move. It sets every nerve on edge, and she can't help but agree with Percy's frustration. ]

Neither of us have enough knowledge of the arcane to know if this is within bounds of anything save a god -- and none of those are supposed to be free and able to commit such acts. I wish Pike was here..I don't know of any that would have the power to pull us from the material plane to here.

Or Keyleth, her people have more knowledge of the different planes. [or Scanlan; the old gnome may have quit the group but his knowledge was surprisingly sound..most of the time. But he's still a sore subject for Percy.]

[ Then, they turn and reach the boarded up ruin that would--will-- someday become the Slayer's Cake. If they ever needed proof that this was a moment in time, horrific and unforgettable, perhaps this is it.

Her hand squeezes his again as he begins to rant, tripping over the thoughts they've both been having, until she has to drag him back to a stop. Then Vex lifts both of her hands to cup his face. It's a dirty move, but right now, they need more focus, and perhaps some further reassurance will go a long way. ]

We're going to figure this out, Darling. We're together here. And you're the smartest man I've ever known. No amount of magical bullshit can stop us.

I need you to think. Did you start in the square? Or were you somewhere else first?