The white cloaked figure shakes off his companion's restraining hand with an annoyed gesture. He mutters something, the words coming so fast and low they sound more like a buzz than actual words. After a moment, the figure in black sighs and nods, giving his consent. The white cloak turns quickly back towards his query, obviously preparing to rush them. He takes a running steps towards them--he wants them to run. It's not as fun if there's no chase.