Arcturus took three of the clean rolls of bandages, stuffing them into an empty coat pocket before continuing the search. He had no idea how much healing blood they were going to have access to, and he wasn't particularly inclined to trust its magical properties. It seemed too good to be true, even more so now that he'd seen its effects firsthand. Best to have a contingency. Though he wasn't a doctor himself, he knew how to dress a wound if need be.

When eventually he turned his gaze upon the blackboards, he fixated his attention on the one he could read. [i]Paleblood?[/i] [i]First hunter?[/i] Although it was written in plain language, he could hardly make any more sense of it than the equations upon the other boards. What did the arrows mean? Take notes on what? They'd certainly failed in diverting danger from the clinic, if that was their intent, and at least a few patients lie dead by his count.

The best he could figure was that 'paleblood' must have something to do with the unique state of him and the other hunters. He also got the impression that the message was not left for him. Although he had to wonder why it had been left in the first place, given the apparent desire to keep hidden whatever they had done.

[color=6ecff6]"Victor."[/color] Arcturus interjected once the [i]white[/i] church hunter had finished speaking. [color=6ecff6]"What do you make of this?"[/color] Even as he asked, though, the young man wondered if Victor would have any insight to offer. His last response to the muscled man's questions had sounded rather uncertain, after all. Arcturus was beginning to get the impression that their guide didn't have much grasp on the bigger picture. Still he glanced expectantly at Victor over his shoulder, hoping to glean something from whatever response he might receive.