The caravan master didn't exactly answer his question, but his reply gave Jameson even more questions and worries. So they're planning on something even demons consider taboo, Jameson shuddered at the thought of what that could be but he tried to keep his composure to not reveal anything. Everything points to running being the best choice right now, 'thirty-one dead men', Jameson doesn't intend to add himself to that number, and the unnatural-looking fog is coming visibly closer, whatever they decide next they had to decide quick. 

"Alright, I got the hint." sighed Jameson, feigning disappointment. "Guys, we have no reason to stay here any longer, there's nothing we can do if they do not intend to lend us either the caravan master or Regina. Skylar, pack up your [i]books[/i] on the [i]table[/i], we're leaving. Robart, you too, see if you missed any of your [i]stuff.[/i] I'm gonna go get Baldur." said Jameson as he made glances between them and the table. Jameson walked towards the ladder and knocked on the trapdoor and shouted, "Baldur, we're leaving, weather doesn't seem well and they might be expecting other guests, this house ain't big enough for all of us."