[After the debacle with those...things that belched their greenish hallucinogenic gas, it stands to reason that he'd want to check up on them. And just...in general, it might be better to check on them more. Of the two, they're the one he knows far, far less about.]
[And most of what he does know, he knows by association. Information gleaned because of circumstance, and nothing more.]
[That's no way to get to know anybody.]
[He's managed to locate a hatchet inside. He tests its weight against the palm of one hand, trying and failing to ignore the prickle of unrest that wielding any sort of weapon allows him. Feels wrong, as ever. But what choice do you have, when everything else might very well be out to kill you and there are people that require your aid in staying alive?]
[He lets the hatchet fall to his side when he glimpses them, inclining his head faintly in a nod of greeting.]
ruins
[And most of what he does know, he knows by association. Information gleaned because of circumstance, and nothing more.]
[That's no way to get to know anybody.]
[He's managed to locate a hatchet inside. He tests its weight against the palm of one hand, trying and failing to ignore the prickle of unrest that wielding any sort of weapon allows him. Feels wrong, as ever. But what choice do you have, when everything else might very well be out to kill you and there are people that require your aid in staying alive?]
[He lets the hatchet fall to his side when he glimpses them, inclining his head faintly in a nod of greeting.]
Find anything?