Berries lay piled on a cloth on the ground at the feet of a tall, silvery-skinned elf, golden eyes aglow. Lyn was chanting something softly and extending his hand in the direction Creed had been. There was an essence, a presence, that had not been there before. It wasn't Creed, although perhaps Lyn would be able to reveal them both. The moon goddess herself giving what assistance she willed, Lyn moved toward it as if in a trance. "Beware." He told those around him. Suddenly, he thre his hand out and a flash of light struck whatever the hell just took Creed.