Mack thought for a moment. The human-born still was still a soldier, and while his allegiance to his country wasn't too strong, he had been fighting demons for years. Now knowing how the portals to be so easy to collapse, and he started to think of all the possibilities. If the portals were shut down, it would stop the demon invasion back home. Find a magical enough human-born demon, and the portals could all effectively be closed. He would just have to get home first.<br/><br/>"So that's how it works," Mack commented. He plucked the last of the feathers from the bird, and admired his handiwork. His feathering job was piss poor, but better than the first time he tried it. Whatever skin that still remained on the bird had vestiges of slime on it, but if Taran was going to complain, too bad. He handed the bird over.<br/><br/>"So how far is it and when do we leave?" he asked.