"I think they're the cause. With the church we built in Jefferson, if you ring the bells then all these birds fly out. I reckon it's the same idea here." Bayard chews at his knuckle, squinting a bit to try and relieve tension from the swollen bite on his head.

"I won't go without you, but my say is that we go investigate it, at the least. If those bats are biting us they must be eating up everyone else alive too, and we don't have all our friends and allies in our two camps yet." Despite the fact that he's so easily fallen into the role of being a child to Maxwell and Tabris, since hearing the voices in the woods he's spoken up a bit more as well, with that same even-tempered, calm consideration he has with anything important enough.