Sarden shifted uneasily in his waterlogged boots, "Well, it's just lovely to meet everyone n'all, but I'm starving." He glanced over at Prometheus and nodded, "plus this guy isn't looking so good. We need to go find some shelter, and take stock of our situation. Hey, centau- cervitaur, what's wrong with you anyway?"
The sound of the old man, jumping and cheering, stole Sarden's attention. Non-surprisingly, it seemed that he had found his crazy self yet another pebble. "I wonder if there's something to that old crazy bastard and his pebble obsession. He said there were other people here; perhaps those pebbles are their version of currency or something?"
Sarden fell silent, realising he was babbling a bit too much. Did he do that often? Was that one of his traits? He couldn't remember. Perhaps rolling his tongue back into his mouth and allowing the others to speak would yield a plan worth following.
The sound of the old man, jumping and cheering, stole Sarden's attention. Non-surprisingly, it seemed that he had found his crazy self yet another pebble. "I wonder if there's something to that old crazy bastard and his pebble obsession. He said there were other people here; perhaps those pebbles are their version of currency or something?"
Sarden fell silent, realising he was babbling a bit too much. Did he do that often? Was that one of his traits? He couldn't remember. Perhaps rolling his tongue back into his mouth and allowing the others to speak would yield a plan worth following.