Jacob listens, frowning as each of the possibilities is suggested and elaborated on. None of it sounds good, but aside from minotaurs, Jacob is familiar with crazy old people and strange women. Although he doesn't think Pearl Attaway is likely to climb into any fountains.
"We might find all three. Hopefully not, but if we do, can you fight?"
He doesn't assume that Marty can, or that he can fight to Jacob's standard. Hopefully Marty had a normal childhood and wasn't taught to kill people from the age of six. But if he was, Jacob won't complain right now.
They head onwards, deeper and deeper, Jacob making the choices about which way to go- listening intently to the sounds around them as well as his instincts.
It isn't long until they come to the piles of stone tablets, left abandoned in what seems like a little clearing in the maze, and Jacob nudges Marty in the side.
"Jackpot," He murmurs, assuming that these are the things they've been sent for.
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"We might find all three. Hopefully not, but if we do, can you fight?"
He doesn't assume that Marty can, or that he can fight to Jacob's standard. Hopefully Marty had a normal childhood and wasn't taught to kill people from the age of six. But if he was, Jacob won't complain right now.
They head onwards, deeper and deeper, Jacob making the choices about which way to go- listening intently to the sounds around them as well as his instincts.
It isn't long until they come to the piles of stone tablets, left abandoned in what seems like a little clearing in the maze, and Jacob nudges Marty in the side.
"Jackpot," He murmurs, assuming that these are the things they've been sent for.