As John vanished, Quagmire watched his fading silhouette with a satisfied grin, muttering quietly, "Looks like tonight's going to be interesting."
Quagmire nodded in agreement.
Beside them, Dumas looked bewildered, scratching his head in confusion. "What are you two talking about?"
"Don't ask too many questions, kid. Get back to work," Quagmire rumbled, hefting the heavy boulder that blocked their path with ease this time, the clanking of his chains resuming.
"Uh…" Dumas sighed, deciding to drop it and just get on with his task.
…
In a deep, dark mine, John's figure suddenly appeared.
This mine had been abandoned, now overrun by Hunters who had turned it into a nesting ground.
The nearby Hunters noticed John's sudden appearance and seemed a bit surprised.
But, disguised as a Shadow Clan soldier, John was shielded from the usual hostility of the Hunters—his appearance hid any hint of animosity markers they would otherwise detect.
