Quint shook his arm a bit, working out some soreness and pain from the elbow grip, "... things move quickly. Too quickly. I have word from Garret, Platform Secundius. He says something important has come. A Daemonhunter. It seems like he thinks one stalks the platforms. The Coggers drilled too deep, found something very wrong." He seemed small, scared in that moment, "I couldn't wait, a daemon! All the deaths, the ghosts, the famine..." he shuddered as if a chill settled over him. "... how can someone wait knowing that? I needed to do something! I had to prepare. He said the Daemonhunter told him that Fire is good. Very good. That using fire and faith can hold off a daemon... it's not much, but if one of us runs into it? Well..." he shrugged, "... I just hope I can do it."