Caido? He didn't recognise the name. Clearly he wasn't anywhere near where he'd been. But there had to be somewhere to contact -someone he knew, anyone. He just needed to find it, though the way Are dressed didn't fill him with confidence, Caido sure did seem like a backwards place. He grunted, eyeing the Are for a brief moment more. It didn't dawn on him he might be stuck here, it hadn't even crossed his mind. "Are was it? Tell me Are, how long ago did you come here, you said you got here the same way as me, so- how long ago was it?" He stared at the man, scowling. He didn't fully trust him, he may have been lying, or tricking him in some way, but for now he was the best shot he had of learning something about his predicament, though, knowing his luck, this was just the start.
He took a few paces forward, as if knowing the direction he was about to take. Not giving the man a chance to reply to his first question, he moved to another, as if he was smothering him with demands for knowledge. "Is there- a settlement? A port, anything. Caido can't all be ruins and people like yourself." He gestured to Are, sneering; mocking the way he dressed quite clearly. "I need to find a way to contact the Alliance..." the words came quietly, as if talking to himself, going through the mental process of what he was going to do next. The hand on his knife had fully retracted now, merely perched by his side, hand slightly curled, as if his whole body was still primed to act as a moment's notice.
He took a few paces forward, as if knowing the direction he was about to take. Not giving the man a chance to reply to his first question, he moved to another, as if he was smothering him with demands for knowledge. "Is there- a settlement? A port, anything. Caido can't all be ruins and people like yourself." He gestured to Are, sneering; mocking the way he dressed quite clearly. "I need to find a way to contact the Alliance..." the words came quietly, as if talking to himself, going through the mental process of what he was going to do next. The hand on his knife had fully retracted now, merely perched by his side, hand slightly curled, as if his whole body was still primed to act as a moment's notice.
