Holdar nods at Shepard's words as he turns around and begins to search in the other direction, looking for tracks on the ground or feathers drifting in the wind, as well as anything else that might point them in the right direction.
<I should make a feral charm the next time I get the chance. One of those would be a great help right now.> he thinks as he slowly moves across the island.
Your mind is a software. Program it. Your body is a shell. Change it. Death is a disease. Cure it. Extinction is approaching. Fight it.Holdar grins when Shepard tells him that he saw something, drawing his rune axe before bending down to pick up an empty can of Mood Whiplash and flinging it at the bush to flush out whatever is hiding in there.
"No need to waste any magical energy when that will do the trick just fine, eh?"
Your mind is a software. Program it. Your body is a shell. Change it. Death is a disease. Cure it. Extinction is approaching. Fight it."A-ha, there you are! Get back here!" Holdar calls out to the fleeing chicken before he pauses to fling an arcane bolt at it. The spells strikes the oversized chicken in the back, which causes it to turn around and puff itself up. The giant (and now very angry) mutated chicken cries out before charging at the trollkin, who answers with a pleased grin.
"That's more like it. Knew you had some fight in you!"
Your mind is a software. Program it. Your body is a shell. Change it. Death is a disease. Cure it. Extinction is approaching. Fight it.

Hrodland: So, you probably saw me there, right? >_>