Mack shrugged, "A little under five days, I'd say?". He started to move back towards where he had left Taran. The branches overhead were interwoven to keep out the rain, sealed together with black hunks of dried slime. Taran's armor and weapons had been placed at the base of a tree, and Mack gestured for the other demon to sit and took his seat next across from him on a slime covered spot, tugging at the bird's feathers.<br/><br/>He plucked each feather one by one and deposited them on a pile next to him, or tried to, at least. Most of the feathers stuck to his hand. Mack made no outward indication he was bothered by it. Looking at Taran, he asked, "What exactly happened five days ago?"