"Gah! By the gods woman" the pointy eared man said as her scream echoed through his elongated ears. Then suddenly a memory flashed through his mind, of him running through the forest, the roar of a bear echoing out. "Swiften........my name is Swiften." The revelation sparked something within him, some ingrained instinct. He began to look around the grove with new purpose, as if he knew what it is he was looking for. No longer swaying and shaky on his feet, Swiften took on a more confident, and centered posture. Swiften walked over to Flint. "You said that your name is Flint?" Swiften looked Flint over, becoming pre occupied with the strange hat that he had on his head. "We need to secure ourselves in this place, with shelter, food and a clean source of water. It matters little what we know of our current situation if we all die of hunger or succumb to the elements."