Achille eyed Fenton with the same quiet intensity he naturally displayed. The tale he spoke off would have easily been dismissed by those unfamiliar with the supernatural but such a tale held truths he was familiar with. There was an innocence to the sheriff and the others... a world that only existed in rumors and myths and slowly but surely they were being exposed to the cruel nightmares that existed. As his companions spoke of witches, Achille scanned his memories for anything that could potentially resemble a witch but even he had to privately acknowledge that his experience with such a being was non existent. As Christina offered to show the way to investigate the potential source of all that was going on, Achille nodded subtly to Jack knowing that despite his usual confident persona, even Jack was starting to show signs of uncertainty which was understandable. [i]"Yeah, I'll ride.[/i]"

While the crowd initially kept their distance, Achille took several steps towards Fenton and eyed the ragged man. [i]"And you're coming with us. I'm sure you'll have your uses with a potential reward coming your way provided you speak the truth." [/i]The man took a pause, his eyes like a hawk searching for any potential bodily ticks that could help him read the individual before him.  [i]"However on the possibility you're leading us into a trap, we'll spare the majority of the townsfolk the sight of your demise. And I assure you, there will be nothing pretty about it." [/i]Achille's words came off as venom.