Henri then headed towards the ruins at a walking pace, following from a distance Cedar who's naked and on all fours, inconspicuously posing as a bear. Well, by all accounts, he's at best part-bear, but this way he looks no different than actual bears in the wild.
	Whether or not bears could actually be found in the marsh, Henri had never cared to remember.

	Quite the quiet stroll. Nothing but the sounds of their gentle footsteps, the marsh insects, and the flowing lake not so far away from them. Dry footsteps even if they're in the marsh, as Henri actively rids the mud of its moisture with every step, via a combination of his telekinesis and temperature increase.

	Suddenly, as they get closer, a peculiar voice starts to ring.[quote]“[color=00a651][b]...ou hear me Henri, I have followed the trail to some submerged ruins.[/b][/color]"[/quote]	Matilda? Large body of water? No way... Henri smirked. She actually got to the exact place they were heading even if they took a different route? So, the kidnappers convened in there after all... Wait, she didn't rush in alone, did she? With merely the frail lanky man on his side?

	Henri hurriedly skated with his oversized boots, reaching within Cedar's earshot. A steadily loudening ring of 'Cedar. Cedar.' could be heard, until Cedar turned his head towards Henri. "[color=fdc68a]Cedar. Run. I can hear Matilda, she's already in there.[/color]" It is quite urgent, but he's quite too chill to shout about it. It should come without saying too that no one's patrolling the entrance.