[Esgallhugwen]

Gudryn looked at the four heroes with a questioning glance, their sudden odd behaviour startled her. Whatever possesed them or dispossesed them, for their eyes were dull but they still breathed though with strange words flowing from their lips, she hoped it would pass before Rand came to claim her.

"What is happening to them?" Gudryn asked, looking around as if to find the answer, which to her dissapointment she could not find.

"Something strange is afoot", Bethberry noted and wisked herself away towards her Herbarium and apothacary to the answer that she seeked. And still the heroes stood their, most Gudryn noted with a hint of disgust had drool collecting on the sides of their gaping mouths.

She could not tell if the others were being affected for they were mulling about in their own business, she seemed to be immune thanks to the cream coloured linen scarf imbued with Bethberry's art. She sat back down in the chair when a loud bang was heard at the door.

She flinched as it came again more insistant this time, the door creaking under the pressure of the unknown force. The third time was followed by the grinding rasp of a hateful voice, "Gudryn!", it roared checking the door again with it's body.

"Gudryn, I know ye be in t'ere sweety, come out so as to not make me hurt any of 'em other ones", there was a pause before the voice hissed, "come out me little child, let me see your pretty face".

The four heroes miraculously snapped out of the spell that had trapped them with eccentric words, and so they came face to face with the aggressor. The door swung open with a sharp snap, gusts of cold wind chilling all to the bone entered the room as the tall immense form stood in the doorway.

He was hooded and cloaked, everyone stood their gaurd waiting. Gudryn could sense something was wrong but was yet unable to place it.