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Randold practically collapsed once ashore, so much has happened in such a short frame of time, well considering if time held the same value. None if this made any sense, but Randold was sure of a few things by this point. One being that many creatures here, even plants, may be sentient. While he wasn't too sure about the wolf, the owl clearly had a spark of intelligence, also normally vines don't attack people. Though it all however the group was still standing, minus the boy unfortunately, still Randold had no reason to believe he was dead, not yet anyway. There was also the subject of his own mortality, upfront he wasn't too concerned about it, the survival of the others meant more then his own, but deep in his mind Randold was distressed just that he was not aware of it perhaps. They needed a break, if the evil within this land didn't end them, then fatigue would instead. 

Randold looked over to the other two, the fireflies darting around gave off just enough light that he could see their figures. They needed to keep going, if they broke down then all would be lost, so Randold decided to talk. "We're still alive, despite what has happened here we are with air still in our lungs." Randold waited for a few moments, maybe giving Arise or Hania a chance to say something before he continued. "It would do us good to rest here, wherever we are it is certainly safer then the woods above. For the time being I say we pass the time with stories, unless anyone has one themselves I have one myself."