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Donovan MacConaill was a patient man, but he could only tolerate so much horseshit when lives were at stake-- and he was coming damn close to the limit.

Though the snide remark from the second hunter was something Don would normally write off as the young man; who couldn't be older than his mid twenties, as trying to sound brooding and cool.

Needless to say the lad's snide remark had very much gotten Don's attention... And not in a positive sense.

The large man glared at the hunter as he raised his hand; ready to beat some sense into the damn idiot. Despite his clear disgust for how casually the hunter had made a snide remark regarding nearly getting an entire village butchered-- Donovan hesitated just before he could deliver a backhand hard enough to make even a pimp shudder. Slowly turning his head toward the fog, the man's hand lowered slowly as his eyes carefully surveyed the sealing grounds. Had he actually heard something? Or was the stress playing tricks on his mind?

Novak would speak up while Don was staring off into the dense fog, arguing once more for the hunters to consider co-operation. More importantly-- that one of the hunters claimed that the Illuminator's following was responsible for [b][i]protecting[/i][/b] the seal. Donovan would give a slow nod as he digested the information. If the man's dying claims were indeed truthful, than that meant his own suspicions about-

There it was again. 

Donovan heard the whispers just beneath the ambient sounds of the forest. Almost like how one may hear someone calling their name in a crowded room, only to find nobody there. They were loud this time, or louder than any he'd heard before at the least. The whispers; though Donovan couldn't discern any actual words, sounded almost as if there was an urgency in their tone. A cold sweat would form on the old architect's forehead as he stared into the depths of horrible fog... It wasn't guidance, it was a warning.

[color=lightgreen][i]"Dammit!"[/i][/color] Don hissed under his breath, [color=lightgreen][i]"We're runnin' outtah damn time..."[/i][/color]

Turning to Akando, Don placed a hand on the man's shoulder and spoke in hushed tones, [color=lightgreen][i]"Akando. Aye need tah head back tah town. Jus' got ah warnin' that th' seal's crumblin' faster then aye thought so aye need tah get shite readeh soon as aye can. Help these two finish up ere' an' make sure yah take th' hunter's means tah traverse tha fog so they'll be delayed. When yer done ere, meet meh south ah tha village at th' cliff with tha obelisk... Aye'll tell yah what tha plan is there."[/i][/color] 

Donovan would give the veteran hunter a pat on the shoulder [color=lightgreen][i]"Godspeed lad."[/i][/color]

As the hunters moved their attention to Novak, Donovan carefully stepped behind a tree to break line of sight; attempting to slip away without the captive hunters realizing. The moment he was completely out of sight and hearing, Donovan broke into a mad dash back to Dawn. He was going to need carts, and something especially strong to pull them... Good thing he had some money eh?