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	Jack's eyes seldom let Fenton out of their sight as they darted between him and Christina.  He listened to her with some intensity that made his feeling of dread rise exponentially.  Nevertheless, he forced his poker face to remain on the surface.  When she concluded, all he could do was shrug.

	"[color=39b54a]Welp,[/color]" he said to Christina as he scratched his neck a little nervously.  "[color=39b54a]I don't s'pose we really have much choice, eh?[/color]"  He then looked toward the eponymous man of few words.  The mysterious stranger had handled himself well enough when dispatching the undead earlier.  "[color=39b54a]Whatcha think, big fella?  Scared of a couple of hags or are you in?[/color]" A sideways grin crept up on Jack's face as he issued the dare.  In truth, Jack was hoping he would be coming along if only so the man and his massive horse could take point and be the first line of defense.

	His eyes then shot back over to Fenton.  [color=39b54a][i]My lord, I hope [/i]he's[i] not going,[/i][/color] Jack thought to himself.  The sight of him was beginning to induce a squeamishness.  Finally, his attention circled back around to Christina.

	"[color=39b54a]Those damn ghouls were fairly resilient.  These cave folk better be allergic to bullets.[/color]"