While the others got ready to sleep, their conversations seemed to play in the background for Mac. He sat by the fire, with the bottle in one hand and a quill in the other, rapidly taking notes, and occasionally glancing at the open book in his lap. Back at the Academy, Mac never considered himself a very good student - but now he was utterly engrossed by the red liquid in the bottle. It didn't appear to have any properties inherently magical, but it certainly wasn't water. A realization struck Mac, he flipped open to the index in the back of the textbook. Mac let out a short shriek and almost dropped the bottle as a realization hit him. Quickly regaining composure, Mac looked up at the others, "This isn't water. Its blood, that of a Fey, I think. But I haven't the faintest idea how this stuff could kill Darious or where so much blood could come from." Mac began to put his book and notes away, taking extra care to make sure the bottle of blood was safe. As he set up his tent, Mac continued, "I'm going to cast Detect Magic tomorrow morning to see if there is something I hadn't noticed. Anyway, wake me up when its my turn to take watch, I'm fine with whenever."