Jonathan's gaze darts around, nervous. He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn't. He walks between Eerongal and Ambrosius to a nearby shack, where there is a piece of paper nailed to the wall. He rips the paper from its posting and seems to read it.
A tremor runs through his body like an electric shock. He stumbles forward and falls against the shack, then to ground, where he writhes and shakes.
He stops.