Hunter follows, staff at the ready. He's not sure how much magic Flapjack has been able to store up. Hopefully not much - he really didn't want his palisman feeding Entities. But hopefully enough to get a good hit in if it becomes necessary.

He keeps his ears and eyes open for any danger while crossing the street and can't help but think he'd feel safer, braver, if he had a mask. But right now he can't even pull his hood over his head.

"Does your room have an alternate exit? Just in case."