"I don't know about the villagers, but if the demon said he had plenty sugar... then we need to move. Quickly. I agree, Dietrich might have done some sort of deal, which would account for his attitude. In which case, now the demon knows, and I'd bet money Dietrich will soon if he doesn't already, where we are and whom we're traveling with..." A glance in Bones' direction got the point across to those missing out. "We can discuss it more on this Halcon, or whatever it's called, so I suggest that, if for nothing else for sake of time..." A look in John's direction now, "... we bury our literal and metaphorical dead, and get a move on. Search what you'd like, say, within an hour, and then we should move fast as possible. Remember, this is still a race, and this village, while sad and in need of help, is not our concern... We need to finish the job first..." He didn't suppose that his neglect for the villagers would go over well, especially with Bones or Pingo, but he was hired as a professional soldier, and that's what he'd at least try to do.