Jacque nodded towards Hector for the support of his suggestions, but he felt a bit disheartened when his other companions remained silent. Only for a moment though as it let him quickly pick up on the unnatural stillness and silence brought by the heavy fog. He spun around to face forward as he walked forward with a deliberate heaviness to the step. Yet for all the noise he made, there was an eerie lack of response. His skin crawled as he moved to grab his weapon, but a sensation gave him pause.

The sound told Jacque what he wanted to know, but he glanced back at Ambroise nonetheless, sharing a look with the other magic user, before he nodded. So it hadn’t just been a trick of his mind. His sense for magic was fairly limited and he had never found a talent for analysis of lingering traces. Confirmation by the superior mage helped settle his unease somewhat and he nodded for Ambroise to keep up.

“She’s right. I guess that means no break for us...” He smiled sadly as if that prospect was more harrowing than whatever situation the four of them were now a part of. Drawing forth two sections of Evloga, he locked them together and tapped it against a tree he passed by. The remaining two sections and the folded flag remained in its holder for the moment. “The town’s to the north west right?” He asked the others as he looked down at the compass clipped to his belt.