Although Sigmund's shouting fell onto deaf ears, Charles' telepathy seemed to take effect. One of the three children, presumably the oldest, stood still and looked dazed. “Why am I here?” The child thought, which transferred directly to Charles' mind. This farmer's son his spell seemed to be broken, as he questioned his surroundings before asking in thought “Are you a ghost?”
With the other two Charles reached, however, it felt to the knight as if his voice was being drowned out by the music which echoed in the children their heads. The younger the child, the louder the tunes felt in their head. The songs, according to the surface thoughts of the hypnotised kids, brought up associations with warmth, love and safety. It was as if they were walking towards a motherly figure. However, the deeper Charles would peer into the minds of the kids, the more heavily he would find himself affected...
Andre's flash of his weapon, rather than intimidate, caused roaring and laughing throughout their environments. When he and Vologhn retreated into an alley, the crowds seemed to disperse. Some stalked them, but were quickly caught in the webs Vologhn dispatched. However, it wouldn't be long until they found the narrow alley to be blocked by a small group of, probably drunk, men. Their voices all shouted over each other, and although their back was safe, people had even gathered on the roofs and balconies.
One man stepped from the crowd, under the support of more yelling and laughing. The town was like a a family of angry monkeys. “You're not the smart type are you.” The man yelled, above all the other noise. “We don't take kindly to strangers here.”
The crowds seemed to be conflicted between supporting and heckling the man. Although far fewer had bothered to circle around the alleyway than stand in the main street, there were still about twenty different unsavoury types who were clearly looking for a fight. Were some of them not human? Or were they eluded they would have a chance?
“You better run away now, freaks.”