[center][h1][color=f26522]Carnatia de Luson[/color][/h1][/center]
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Carnatia followed the group to the forest. For a while, there was nothing except the sound of nocturnal animals and the chilly night air. Eventually they encountered one of the missing workers. Wounded, but alive. For a few short moments, Carnatia had the whimsical thought that maybe this would just be a simple rescue mission. Just as Carnatia thought so however, Gray Flame issued a warning before an ominous singing pierced through the night's air, as if trying to prove her wrong.

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[b]Avea, avea, mont kein, Híris Ingwën...
Im ithen ava heliañ...  

♫

Pedir sánë bezañ qualin rhovan
Lyen ket lerta tremen[/b]
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As she felt her train of thoughts coming to a halt, replaced by an uneasy feeling of tranquillity, Carnatia realised that this was no mundane singing. And so, just as he had done with the phantoms earlier, Carnatia entered her zen meditation and emptied her mind, attempting to focus on her rapier and immediate surroundings rather than the eerie song.

As she regained her bearings, she noticed the wounded porter suddenly standing up seemingly in a trance.

[quote]"Yes, my lady! I will come for you..." [/quote]

As she thought, the song was no mundane singing. It was magical. A compulsion, perhaps? It clearly affected the porter more than the rest of them, perhaps related to the attack on the camp.

Seeing Roxas managed to subdue the man with little issue, Carnatia turned to Gray Flame.

[color=f26522]"You were saying something about this is not the work of phantoms? That would indicate you have an inkling of the entity behind this, yes? Care to elucidate us?"[/color]