As the group marched on, Ethan wracked his memory for something, anything that might help them on their journey. He was certain he'd read about the River of Tears in one of his books, but was it in Heinrich Tobleritz' journals, or Malcolm Virdeon's papers? Tobleritz' writing was generally inscrutable, but it was reliable at least. Virdeon was usually regarded as one step up from an overly imaginative hippy writing about a particularly bad mushroom trip.<br/><br/>Ethan held up one hand in polite refusal of the smoldering joint, then nearly tripped over his own feet trying to catch the book that almost immediately came flying at him. His eyes widened and his pace slowed as he studied the heavy tome, leaving him to trail behind the others even further than he already was.<br/><br/>"The Tome of Questions...absolutely fascinating," he muttered to himself, caught up in his usual academic torpor. Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, Ethan's enraptured reverie was quickly broken by Linwood's demon making mention of a possibly impending threat. He wasn't sure whether he was more unnerved by the suddenly-animated skeletons, or hearing the Grimalkin referred to as "kitty".<br/><br/>"Quite right, time to go!" Ethan nearly shouted as he tossed the book back to Linwood and made up the distance between himself and the others with a rather impressive burst of speed.