“Well? We know all about the Fellowship of the Divine now, so what can you tell us that we don’t know?” “Jesus Christ, man, keep your voice down,” Jack hisses, looking around like he expects a monster to leap out at him at any moment. If one did, I mean, we’re appropriately dressed. I’ve got on the Witcher costume, and the boys are prepped to tear off a mask so the villain can shout stuff about meddling kids. “Who told you that shit? And do they, by chance, have a freaking death wish?”
