A cold realization settles on the Padre, and he feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His eyes grow wide as he looks around the town, slowly.
"The children... They're gone...!"
He thinks for a moment, then pulls his companions in close, and whispers, "There are evil magics afoot, here. A hex is upon this town - the children are gone, yet the parents do not seem to notice! We must get to the tower, and as quickly as possible. However -" he drops his voice even lower, and looks around to make sure no one else hears him, "we must not let anyone else in the town know that the children are gone. Panic would overtake them, and... I fear the worst, were that to happen."
He straightens up, looking both Haakon and Mist in the eye. "Are we agreed in this? If so, let us gather the remainder of our party and make haste. We haven't a moment to lose."