[h2]Marxello Catchanale[/h2]
Well, he knew what he was doing, at least... he'd clearly figured out how to traverse the swamp long ago, as well as roughly what ingredients they needed. Glowing grass and sparkling berries. They sounded very much like the sort of plants you'd find in a corrupted landscape, but what did he know about that?

Clearly, the mood was intended to be jovial. Ian quickly became far less so once the Varjan wardogs showed up, and God almighty, those were certainly horrendous-looking beasts. They certainly didn't have anything like that back in Andrale... could they be influenced by demonic- the thought was immediately quenched. Demonic energy was more likely to turn them into sexualised humanoids than those monstrosities. But what else could it be...?

Ideally, irrelevant. Especially now, when Ian had both pointed out their target, and asked whether the wardogs needed to be dealt with or could just be left alone. Mark pondered the question for a moment. He certainly had ways of dealing with the beasts easily if they were noticed, but why expend the energy if it wasn't needed? And on the other hand, if he could just restrain one long enough to ensure it was purified, he could perhaps determine why they were like that, yet would that be worth the effort if it gained him no information?

'I believe we would be wise to let them pass by,' he finally decided, 'so long as they do not notice us or attempt to consume our quarry.' For all Mark knew, they did in fact feed solely on glowing grass and sparkling berries... and that reminded him unpleasantly about the quest's supposed goal. 'What potion are these ingredients needed for, anyway?' he asked, a hint of suspicion to his voice as he glanced over to Ian. If they kept their voices down, as they had been doing so far, they'd likely stay out of the notice of the warhounds until they had passed by.