[Still mentally reeling from how quickly the hunter managed to blow their cover, he nearly misses when D calls back towards him. He lets out a tense sigh as he strolls out from the darkness, the entire time glaring daggers at D. While he doesn't doubt either of them could simply take the lantern, something tells him there's more to this energetic youth than what meets the eyes. He knows a thing or two about the Fae folk from his realm but he knows nothing about the faeries who linger here in Stygia.]

Must you be so boorish? [He questions before glancing at the child in question.] Only a ruffian would do such a thing and not expect some sort of reprisal.

[The comment certainly wins the trickster's intrigue. Puck seems overjoyed at the thought of having guests to entertain, so much that the youth encourages them to join him by the makeshift campfire nearby. The whole interaction seems innocent enough, that is until they stumble across a small camp. If the moth-eaten tents weren't warning enough of something more sinister at play here, then maybe the telltale scent of decay does. It's enough to nearly make Augustine gag.]

Goodness, what transpired here?

[He muttered as he brings a white handkerchief to his nose. What? Every proper gentleman in Voltaria has one. Stop judging.]