Jorgan was beside Connmar a faraway look on his face. "So many possibilities... the future is clouded.. it branches off in too many directions right now... but one thing is certain now... the only way we get anywhere is by flushing out the Mayor." His faroff look went away and he blinked. "Ugh... can we hurry up? The longer we stay close to that repulsively, dark presence the more likely I am of vomiting." He said half serious half joking. His face was still very pale and was starting to show signs of green.