Hiritus raised his brow at Gallus curiously. "Hmm, so you actually know about that place? Well, that had to come eventually. It wasn't really meant to be a [i]secret[/i] hideout forever. That place is a fortress, no question. Granted, a lot of its soldiers are probably preparing for the ambush we were supposed to set up,  but since we've probably delayed their attack by killing the Champion, that won't be a problem. Probably wouldn't be a problem anyway, with Do'rhajul heading the defense."

After he had his fill of water, Hiritus stood back up, a bit less shakily than before. The healing potion was steadily giving him strength, and was making it easier for him to keep up a quicker pace. He was still slow for the moment, but he was willing to motion for Gallus to keep moving. "The General is a Cathay-raht, and if the reputation is accurate, he is actually a werewolf. I don't know how long he's been a lycan, though. Some among our organization will infect themselves to better be able to complete their missions. Cures are very difficult to make or obtain, even for us, but they do exist. I've seen people get cured myself. Personally, the last thing I want to do is corrupt my blood with that infection. I just take on the scent, which works well enough. A few of my partners on this mission became beasts; I know Dar-tzesa didn't even hesitate when asked. She'd do anything for that son of hers, which I can understand. Apparently, he has some disease that's making his muscles deteriorate; can't even stand anymore. It's a shame those savages are probably going to kill her, especially after this escape."