"They're, it's...." Jaspar tries to come up with something reassuring, but finally gives up, letting his head fall. "I don't know. Lync and I ran away from the village to lure the spiders away with us. It was snowing pretty hard, we couldn't see the village, and Lync wanted to make sure you weren't going to spend your life as some sort of mindless zombie, it, we... we never even checked." He grimaces, his eyes locked on the dirt underfoot.
Lync frowns, her grip shifting on her blaster. "People with connection to shadow aren't just common thugs. Most of them aren't good, either. If they wanted you to go there it was probably a trap. It's worrying, but..." She trails off, running the possibilities in her head. Was it worth investigating? "Let's just get to Underhill."