The boy didn't bother looking up at the girl who seemed to enjoy the sound of her own voice. She obviously enjoyed it so much that she felt the need to make sure everyone else within a dozen miles could hear it. The boy didn't dislike loud people, but they conflicted with his personality. He hated to have to talk over another. So he waited for her to shut her mouth before answering her.

"Yes," was all he said, though to which question he was saying yes to was anyone's guess, and even then the yes sounded as much like a question as a statement. He might have simply been ignoring her questions. The boy turned, stopping to look in the direction of an older man. "Nothing happened to them," he said. Then, to all of the gathered people, he said, "Please follow me. It's only a short ways from here." The boy didn't wait for any commentary, already slipping between the trees towards some unknown destination, his cloak covered in random patches of darker and lighter greens making him seem to blur as he moved. He paused and stared back to make sure he was being followed, but otherwise just continued on through the forest.

In the clearing, the last person to sit up was a young man. He looked like he could have been from the high school or the college. He had pale skin and pure white hair. When the boy walked away, the young man pushed himself onto his feet carefully and shuffled after the boy, not interacting with anyone, not even looking at the others. He didn't appear to be confused or scared like the others, just blank. When he came close to running into a branch, the boy stopped, stared at if for a few seconds, and then lowered his head and continued shuffling forward, not picking his head back up once the branch had passed. If anyone watched the young man with the white hair, they would likely assume he had some sort of mental disability.

After a short walk, made difficult only by the lack of any kind of path to follow, the people from the clearing would emerge into a open area, clear of any trees. Directly ahead was a short cliff, thirty feet at the most, with a small waterfall rushing over the side into a pool of clear water. The water continued on its way down a small river that wrapped around the left of the clear space and disappeared beneath trees in the distance. To the left was a rise of rock, dark granite sticking up from the earth. The boy sat atop the rock, though none had been close enough behind to have seen him climb, just above head level as he waited for everyone to arrive. No doubt some would have reservations about blindly following a being they knew nothing about, even if he appeared to be a harmless child. The boy would wait for them to come, following being their only option.