Though he had in truth been hesitant to leave the other to wander off into a storm, Don ultimately knew that parting ways was for the best. The way Augusta and Isidore had glared at him only gave him further confidence in his decision. Even if he wasn't sure letting them leave with the demon seed was a wise idea, but he'd have to trust their judgement for the time being... Even if their judgement wasn't what he'd like it to be. Regardless, Don was rather surprised to see Nick join him on his journey North, he'd been convinced the lad would stick with the others. "Aye dunno when we'll get tah see Kyrnith again, but when aye do, aye'll be sure tah put in ah good word."
Don was quiet for much of the trek, the severity of the situation weighing heavily upon his shoulders.
It wasn't until Nick's comment about the sand that he said his first words since parting with the others, "Not one much fer beaches eh? Cant say aye blame ya. Any time me an' the wife took our kiddos to th' beach sand would end up all over th' car."
he chuckled in reminiscence. It almost seemed like yesterday that his children were just wee kids. How were they faring without the presence of their old man?
Don shook his head. He was certain they were fine. They were raised well, and brought up smart. They'd be fine.
As the men drew near the village Don paused for a moment, his ears perking at an unseen voice.
He turned to the woods just in time to see a young girl, covered in tattoos burst into the open. For the briefest moment he sensed
something... Something similar to the divine energy of his badge. Don leaned toward Nick, and spoke in hushed tone "We're here tah save this place from a god gone mad. Aye shoulda told ye th' details on the way-- but aye think weh just found our first lead. Aye'll explain when we get a quiet minute and ain't in the open-- c'mon lad."
Casually, Donovan followed the tatooed girl toward the large gathering of townsfolk. He would have continued tailing her, if not for the fact that his eyes rest on a familiar looking head, one that happened to be coming out of a large tent. A large hand landed heavily on Malphas' shoulder as a wide smile beamed at the strange little man "Not causin' no trouble are ya?"