"Believe us, milady! He was worse than before!" One woman exclaimed as she trembled in the sudden reminiscent of that horrible memory. It was oddly vivid.
One woman tried comforting her by embracing her and shoving her in her arms. "It's true, milady. Ambroz was worse than before. He had horns and scales. I thought it was long forgotten about how he was misunderstood as a pervert imbecile, but what was that? What sort of a being was it? What creature touches the soul of that man?" She panicked as she stroked the hair of the one woman.
Elena was speechless. How should she explain? That Ambroz was back to his curse? She long did plan out for a time like this to happen. But, there is this feeling of sudden anxiousness. As if something was blocking her.