Jack, having stayed back with the hill-folk to make sure that they weren't going to run off looked aghast at the tales of the blight. When Zale comes back with the story of the weresharkotaur, he shudders visibly. Better to leave him where he is. Let Ian take over the boat, provided we get off this rock. They way I see it, we've got bat shit crazy on the left, vile night on the right. And here we are, stuck in the middle with you. he says, gesturing to the hillfolk. Sounds like a night's rest, and take off after these witches in the morning. I heard a tale as a lad that witches are turned to stone in the sunlight, so we may be able to win a fight then. he finishes, fingers brushing the hilt of his blade.
