Marianne's comment on helping with the inventory got a slow nod. Yea, lad champion had asked them to coral people and help, hadn't he? And it seemed like the royal certainly had the situation handled, and to be frank, Jerod wasn't a fan of hanging around bluebloods. His time in Ferox kind of settled that. So when Marianne waltzed off, Jerod smirked and chuckled, offering half a wave to the royal and knightess. "Ach, the dark spell spitter lass be right. Ye go coral th' rest o' the party, I'll go an' help Marianne an' the others with the inventory, aye? And have yer fun entertainin yer blueblood friend there, don't be makin' too much noise!"

Laughing loudly as he walked off after the Marianne, Jerod took his time catching up towards the direction the dark mage had gone. Ferox was not somewhere he ever wanted to return to. He supposed, looking at how others acted, that it was hardly surprising that each person here had their own secrets of some sort or another. Didn't mean he had to like it though, and he wouldn't, he would probably end up griping at Jacob for his own amusement and distraction. He would have to try and avoid any meetings or time spent in Ferox itself as much as possible. Get the job done, and get out. Less time he spent there, the better.

Lost in his own thoughts he nearly stumbled right into Marianne as she was hissing to herself. Oh, great, something else has got her stark raving mad, er, madder again. So he glanced into the hole as well, noting the dark magic charging in her hand, wondering what was pissing her off so much. The rude archer girl and the champion were sitting across some possessed chess board. That was odd, but their utterly blank and lifeless expressions were also very odd, and he muttered something to Marianne, quiet enough to make an honest attempt at being quiet. "Er, lass, wha' in the blazin' hells are ye up to? And what are they doin'? Strangest game o' chess I ever bloody well seen..."