Bulldog's eyes watered as he tried to make any sense from the words that came from the magician. Dear God, he couldn't make it more complicated even if he tried! To Judah, he said. "Man, try to phrase it in a way so that one that doesn't speak Rastafari understands. For one, Harrow is a classification for a type of toxic spirit, it's a toxic spirit of man. From your words, however, it seems that it wasn't a Harrow, it was the Harrow? Could you tell anything specific from the spirit's signature, like its strength - an estimation on the Schwartzkopf scale if possible -, powers used, any specialities... And what you tell us, it lets me conclude that the place you visited was among streets and houses? 'Cuz honestly, i can't believe you could not discern hardened lava flows from streets. And not just in the place itself, but in the vicinity. If we knew the relative position of the Carbonado hills and two lakes or major lava flows, we could triangulate an estimated position, which would significantly narrow down our AOO." The ork's nostrils almost flared as he made a list of the immediate, basic questions that came to his mind. "And what do you mean, a different astral presence hunting the toxic spirit? Do you suspect this presence will cross our paths if we continue on our current course? Will it pose a threat? 'Cuz the news about MCT was bad enough, if we also have to calculate with an unknown third or fourth party, that will be very problematic and thats an understatement."
Losing his monumentum, mainly because the lack of air in his lungs, Bulldog stood panting and finally let the others cut in.
