Re: Episode 8-3: On the Road Again
"It will infect their bird-soul also, at the end...I would think they have this night, and four hours again after." The shaman pushed his unruly hair back, thinking. "Can they still drink what is not blood, Zachross?"
He sighed and rose, pacing to inspect the middle cot and then the man that Mansfield was looking over. "Hm. This one, it might not be so long, and this settlement has no want for more angry ghosts..." he looked to Mansfield for his opinion.
"Perhaps I should not go to hunt Quanterill, if the Americans are well to handle him in the daytime, when he is weak, and only ask my sister to go scout for them..." The youth looked to the floorboards, frowning. "Ah, but I do not trust Hawthorn, why she has come here, nor that they will know well what they are doing...yet these..." He took in a deep breath and rubbed at the frown line between his brows, trying to weigh up lives and time in a manner Mansfield had seen long before, among officers and medics, in tents and under fire.