Jameson shook his head as Nova urged him to rush. "Nay, this is not something that can be rushed Nova, I will wait, you go on." Jameson looked to Cassandra. He hoped she would understand. Jameson could handle himself, and he needed them to trust him. Despite the knowledge Nova clearly lacked, Jameson needed to establish this trust first. It was absolutely pertinent for their mission. Jameson continued once again to play his melancholy tune. He had already memorized the scent of the enemy who had stalked them. If he was too return Jameson would immediately be aware.

Jameson had no intentions of leaving until the final member's of their party emerged from the glade, he had something very personal to speak to the witch about. Something even her partner had no right hearing...