"Allow me to assist you. I am not exactly stealthy, but I am durable."

Pox spun on his heels when Lia volunteered. He raised his hands and shoke his head. "Oh no Lady Primalia. There might be sentries, guards, watch dogs, all manners of horrors... and upon saying that I don't really want to go up there alone either." He quickly decided, not exactly confident in his own abilities either. He turn his body back but kept his beak on her.

He raised a finger. "Just do me a favor and stay behind me. And no that's not just me trying to be brave. If we are surprised attacked, I might be able to heal myself, maybe, if I'm lucky." He seemed to consider the possibilities, making it quite clear he didn't have all the answers. "But if you're struck, my charms might not be compatible with your body, and as you said before we lack the tools for proper repairs. Would be loath to be in that situation."

Whilst they had maybe another moment for planning it was then that the room became filled with the tumultuous announcement of a companion and her discovery. Pox having had some semblance of what he was looking at, having met such abominations on the frontier of Creation plaguing the populace, he nearly jumped from his skin. Immediately he had a semblance of the lack of life from the girl, but it was more than that, being harmonized to the element of plants and life itself, her existence can only be described as antagonistic on a metaphysical level. He pointed, screaming.

"Ahh zombie!"

"Heeyy eeveerryoonne! Thiis stooraage roomm's got some goood stuuff! Annd somme ffuunnyy taallkinng lizzarrds tooo!"

"Ahh adorable!" Pox clapped his hands together rapidly in excitement. Again another discover as such mindless creatures completely lacked such abilities to talk. And to be frank, he wasn't expecting such a child like reaction either. Pox seemed to sway with emotion quite instinctively.

However Pox would have to admit he probably added to the calamity in giving away their location, and as soon as he realized it, he heard the footsteps behind him. Pox bent his legs getting ready for some kind of danger, and what they ran into was, well- even he had not seen everything. And these creatures clicked to him more like beasts than anything he could recognize as sentient beings. Only with the use of tools did they give themselves away. Pox's eyes lingered on the one that looked ravaged by corruption, and his bleeding heart skipped a beat before his eyes focused on the club.

Pox arm swayed out, slightly in front of Primalia, an unconscious effort to shield her. His hands pointed down flat like knife hands and they were bent at the arms and the wrists. It was an odd stance to be sure. The creature bellowed and came forth towards them. Pox took a step back, kind of toppling towards Lia. He wasn't one to start a fight. "Can't we talk about this?" He asked, preparing to attempt to avoid that savage looking blunt instrument.

@Veradana

Nale listened to River's explanation with interest.

"That's quite fascinating, actually" He admitted, rubbing his chin, "I mean, that's nothing new for me, but for winged people to exist in your state during this time and era. I would understand if this was the Age of the Overlords, but... On the other hand, sometimes magic varies regionally. Let's ponder this when there is more time. I have a feeling it's going to take a day or two to solve this."

@Lumiere

Nale, not really noticing the foreman's disapproval of his behavior, sighed in disappointment, "I suppose we have to get to the Fleshworks then. Better notify the - Gyaa-oh!"

Nale jumped away from the cart and let out a horrified exclamation as he looked at the foreman and the other newts. He hadn't even realized the workers weren't humans, so focused he was on finding his daggers. Now he realized it and was terrified. In his world a race of reptiles metalworking underground fit only one description: Kobolds.

Kobolds belonged to the faerie species, more specifically to a subtype called the Small Folk, craftsmen of incredible skill shorter than humans. Small folk were usually helpful, but merciless if anyone insulted them. Nale was terrified for his life. He had barged in and started going through the kobolds' stuff without asking permission or showing any other kind of politeness.

"I-I-I'm so terribly sorry," Nale stuttered, dreading the fate the kobolds would plan against him. "I didn't mean to barge in like that. I... If there is a way to pay for my transgression just tell me your price."

He then rushed to the other companions. "Listen! Don't take anything unless they give permission! Be polite and follow their rules! This is their place and... their... realm?"

It was at that moment when he remembered his conversation with Pox before going to the warehouse.

@ShwiggityShwah

Nale groaned after Pox had described his realm's... Laws of Essence it must have been what he said. They were from different realms after all, and not only that, things Nale took for granted didn't apply everywhere.

"If what your are saying is true, Po... Sir Pox" Nale quickly corrected himself. Perhaps a certain level of formality was good now, "Then we are screwed. If you can gain power without getting a weakness as payment, then that would mean that you can become invincible. And if that is true, Kazzok might be invincible as well"

[Everyone in the storeroom]

Nale slapped his face.

"I'm an idiot." He sighed before turning back to everyone. "I apologize for that show earlier. This whole imprisonment in a foreign realm and all is driving me crazy." He sighed deeply, "Anyway, we should all join the others and move on. Also, those of you who didn't hear, our actual stuff is in the Fleshworks, so we'll probably have to go through there, if that's okay with Anchiel, which I'll ask once we get back with the rest."