[b][center]Will 'o the Piper[/center][/b]

'That hothead makes an awful lot of assumptions about something we got absolutely no intel on.' Sigmund thought to himself, as he listened to Charles' tirade. Alive, powerful... What did they even know? All they knew was that it lured kids with the promise of love through song, but love could be a lie. Sigmund knew all about that, dismissing the thought before he'd rekindle more of his past. There were even animals and monsters who used pheromones to catch prey – a small fact he'd picked up on a past mission. Working with the library certainly had gotten Sigmund better at trivia. All in all, Charles' guess was as good as his own and when it came to gut instincts, Sigmund felt far better relying on himself. “Awful high and mighty, for someone who let's a kid do his job for him. You don't need them, hell you pulled out of their heads the second you were at risk. That face of yours should be red for a whole different reason.” The rook condemned Charles telepathically, as he continued his search mission; already too far away to hold a proper conversation. 

“And another thing, you never place all your bets on a single horse. Even if I get these kids safe and you don't have the guts to take their place, we got Eidren up in the sky with those shiny eyes of his. You can find out a sound's location by stepping in the direction it's louder as well. Since you're obviously not going to be helping me, there's a hint to get you started.”