Skylar turned back to the bookshelf and muttered a quick incantation. His eyes flare blue as he connected to his fellow travelers' minds excluding Ivan. He didn't want to spook the sick boy. He held his breath.

'Listen very carefully and don't respond. The man in the rune cloak is a demon cultist from the south. Jameson suggests we group towards the back door and get ready to bolt if we need to.' Skylar let out his shakey breath and the spell vanished. He leaned heavily on the bookshelf, trying to recover. He started swearing internally about thier luck, or lack thereof. Of course he'd stumble right into what he was fleeing from.