Ambriel and Teresa met. Clare knows this because she felt it at the time. It's hard to miss two such strong auras, even if she weren't already attuned to pay attention to them, and she is. She knew the moment they focused on each other in proximity.

(Also because Teresa mentioned it. But that was later, and brief. Clare and Teresa don't talk a lot; they've never needed to.)

But she was talking to a human, and the conversation kept going, and Clare didn't know how to break it off. She'd have just left if either Ambriel or Teresa's aura had flared with stress or anger or threat or any other sign of things going poorly -- but they didn't, and then they parted ways.

Teresa seemed pleased, though. So it's okay.

But when she senses Ambriel's aura coming out of the bar, Clare rises from the forest floor, and heads that way.

The land outside is... strange.

The forest seems normal enough, and the lake. The buildings are a weird mishmash, though -- some of them completely ordinary to Clare's eyes, and some of them like that baffling house entirely of transparent glass in huge panes. And then there's the wide pasture, that stretches all around the bar to the forest's edge, its grass cropped close even though there are no animals in sight but a few horses, too few to keep such a wide swath of land trimmed so low.

Also, there are tiny creatures with tiny weak auras scattered all throughout the forest. She hasn't seen any yet, but she can feel them from here. And another warrior of the organization, somewhere deep in the trees, and others with weirder auras too.

Clare's walking, unhurried, towards the trees.