"To the north for a bit... There are things happening there which are hard to explain. Dark things, Atticus." Darius shook his head, which made his blond hair toss, revealing a number of small braids. He had turned it away as soon as the half-elf's needle turned inward and would not turn back until he knew it was 'safe'. Darius had no stomach for wounds such as these, and made that fact plain to everyone who knew him well. "It... looks like there are some dark things happening here as well... looking at you."

Lifting open a flap on his pack, the human pulled out a handful of various bones. "We found remains... the remains of people have been buried, but in one of the leveled villages they were able to take something down. I don't know what it is but I figure someone like you might know someone who would." Darius shuddered, "Just hurry up with what you're doing, and don't get done up like that again."