"Everything wrong with it," he mumbled with a huff. Or maybe it was just that Jim had trouble being so calm. He wasn't used to it anymore. The chaos that struck he town helped but without it? He likely wouldn't know what to do with himself.
"What we need is to find someone with magic to throw in with us. Or a monster." He sat up quickly, peeking over to see the dog sniffing under their bed and turned to mock bite at Sherr's neck. "I hear there's vampires around. I want one."