Taran frowned when Mack didn't answer his question immediately. He was used to people answering him directly. Though, he could understand that the smaller demon might be discombobulated. He stared intently at Mack, hoping that he might illicit some form of interesting response.<br/><br/>Instead, Mack asked a simple question. "Where are we?" Taran echoed rhetorically. "Well, you're only in one of the biggest tourist towns on the leylines," answered Taran. "More specifically, an infirmary in the biggest tourist town on the leylines." He cleared his throat and awkwardly peeked at Mack's wounds, wondering if he should explain himself.<br/><br/>"You see," Taran began again, shifting his weight to his other foot. "We were fighting, yeah? And then I kicked you, and then you were out. So, I figured you would be better off here rather than in that horrible marsh. I didn't think it would be right if I didn't see you wake up before I was off, so that's why I'm here." Satisfied with his explanation, Taran stretched his one arm over the other.<br/><br/>He seemed about done talking, until he asked another more personal question. "Do you always... excrete? Because it does a number on everything," he noted, pointing to the giant pile of dirty towels beneath the cot.