Nigel gave a simple nod before moving away from the loose-jawed man and towards the tiny creatures holding yet another message. Nigel could almost feel the tension coming from the other hunter and figured he should take any excuse to remove himself from the interaction. Tonight was not one marked by good first impressions but he hoped things would take a turn for the better; someway, somehow. On his way over, Nigel's gaze was drawn to the other hunter's rummaging and the chest they had exhumed. Perhaps they would be more open to chatting though with the amount of blood covering them Nigel wasn't sure he had the stomach for it at the moment. Vials were one thing but blood drenched garb was another.

Crouching down, Nigel read over the message and once more did not understand what exactly it meant. He briefly considered asking his new friend about this message but decided against it. Instead Nigel decided to follow the advice of the message and look at the odd looking lantern that was held aloft from the ground in front of him. Tonight was a strange night for sure but Nigel was counting his blessings that it had at least been a safe one thus far though a part of him [i]itched[/i] for a bit of action.