[He blinks. He'd heard the voice and come to see who it was. He had not expected to come face to face with a small dragon. Both of his eyebrows raise up, disappearing under his unruly mess of hair.]
...uh, yeah. But these people aren't...man?
[He glances at the dying campfire and looks around. Logs are stacked nearby. They have all the markings of driftwood. He picks one up and adds it to the fire, holding it steady until it catches.]
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...uh, yeah. But these people aren't...man?
[He glances at the dying campfire and looks around. Logs are stacked nearby. They have all the markings of driftwood. He picks one up and adds it to the fire, holding it steady until it catches.]
So, how much do you know about where you are?