Kriv 'Jackal' Westari
"We build shelter, yeah?" Kriv asked, his tongue still adapting to this foreign language. "No trees, plants too thin, Stone doesn't break...I only have dirt to sculpt." He gestured as he held up a clump of dirt. "Not deep enough for simple holes, perhaps I could craft a single dirt hut with some great passings...Long time to dig out all that. Any other ideas?" He directed his speech to the strange hairless mammal that offered assistance, but still kept his voice loud enough for the rest of the group to join in.
"It is best we build something to sleep in, it is always dangerous to be left in the open. Caves, I do not trust those caves in that unnatural mountain. We need materials to build with.."
The bipedal reptile scanned the rest of the group that had gathered. The weird spider-hairless mammal hybrid had power over knowledge, the strangely robed creature professed something of 'magic'; There were fables of the dangers of witches in his old world, but giving the situation he'd get over that stigma for the sake of survival. She seemed harmless enough. Others were talking about other worlds, other times. That explained their alien appearance. They all had marks on their hands too, so the gift he was given wasn't entirely a coincidence. Some reason for it..a reason he'd have to deduce later.
"Can any of you fashion supplies in this green wasteland?" He asked, as if they could fabricate wood from thin air. Hopeful thinking it was.
"It is best we build something to sleep in, it is always dangerous to be left in the open. Caves, I do not trust those caves in that unnatural mountain. We need materials to build with.."
The bipedal reptile scanned the rest of the group that had gathered. The weird spider-hairless mammal hybrid had power over knowledge, the strangely robed creature professed something of 'magic'; There were fables of the dangers of witches in his old world, but giving the situation he'd get over that stigma for the sake of survival. She seemed harmless enough. Others were talking about other worlds, other times. That explained their alien appearance. They all had marks on their hands too, so the gift he was given wasn't entirely a coincidence. Some reason for it..a reason he'd have to deduce later.
"Can any of you fashion supplies in this green wasteland?" He asked, as if they could fabricate wood from thin air. Hopeful thinking it was.