The corpse-thin man feels a pulse upon the washed up man and straightens, looking at a loss. He glances around, at the surrounding trees and against the shore.Â
His single eye lingers but a moment on the surrounding shrubs in a wary squint, as if he thinks he notices something unusual, but he is soon distracted by the approaching female. He steps aside to allow her assessment. He seemed faintly surprised to see her, but did not inquire any information of her.
"I do not. I believe he is victim of a shipwreck." Khyran explained quietly. "I am no stranger to it. Years ago, I survived a storm which destroyed my ship. I washed up just as he."
Khyran knelt down near the man. "If he cannot be awoken, do you know of a safe place we can bring him? I admit... I do not come here often."
He gave the bushes another wary glance, lips pressing into a line.
His single eye lingers but a moment on the surrounding shrubs in a wary squint, as if he thinks he notices something unusual, but he is soon distracted by the approaching female. He steps aside to allow her assessment. He seemed faintly surprised to see her, but did not inquire any information of her.
"I do not. I believe he is victim of a shipwreck." Khyran explained quietly. "I am no stranger to it. Years ago, I survived a storm which destroyed my ship. I washed up just as he."
Khyran knelt down near the man. "If he cannot be awoken, do you know of a safe place we can bring him? I admit... I do not come here often."
He gave the bushes another wary glance, lips pressing into a line.
