- On a second thought, let's replenish our water supply before we move along - fill empty vessels, that is. Um, penguin fella? Could you fetch us some fish, probably? I'll look around and get back down to you people.
Look around and see if there is a road we can follow. Ignore non-responsive lupine fellas.
"Close enough," says Mr. Bird, flying off to join the others.
"Do they speak, to your knowledge, Mr. Bird?"
"I'm fairly sure they have a language, good sir. I have spent much time attempting to decipher it, in fact. Oh, if only I had Champollion's good fortune and talent, but alas! We cannot all be so prodigiously gifted!"
Mr. Bird approaches the natives and introduces these new people in terms they would understand, going by a short list of vague prejudices based on appearance and the cut of their respective jibs.
You speak to the two lupine fellows, explaining about the new people as best you can in a broken version of their language. They stare, look at one another, and then carefully walk over to John. They speak to him in their
throaty, growling language, which you can only weakly imitate. Your physiology differs too greatly to speak it as they do. That hyena fellow might be able to though.
"They're asking you about your gun!" You shout over toward John, who seems to be ignoring the entire conversation.
- On a second thought, let's replenish our water supply before we move along - fill empty vessels, that is. Um, penguin fella? Could you fetch us some fish, probably? I'll look around and get back down to you people.
Look around and see if there is a road we can follow. Ignore non-responsive lupine fellas.
The stone cut path here continues on into the cliff-side village itself and seems to head straight through, deeper into the canyon. You can see several small ships, something like oversized, but stubby kayaks, moored on the water. They appear to be made of wood but are polished smooth and very dark, almost the color of volcanic sand. Oddly, despite what looks like a fairly prevalent amount of fish, there are no visible nets on the boats. Hm
The cliff path heads off back the way you came in the car originally, back towards the Steppe, while the water could, theoretically, if it crisscrossed these mountains like it seems to, lead anywhere.
Fish? Euchh. I wish we could just eat the zebra bird.
"I'll be back in a moment."
Survey the surrounding area for potentially edible creatures.
There are many fish like creatures in the water. You can see them in there, silvery creatures, almost losange shaped with several fins along both sides but no tail. They dip and dart erratically through the dark water. Beyond those things, there many plants growing here along the water's edge, mostly deep green but a few very dark reds and even a scattered lavender or pastel. Berries and small fruit are growing on many of them, and it appears as though they have been specifically planted and raised, as there are large patches of specific plants with very little cross over between them.
((So am I dead? I didn't say anything saying I died.))
Get out of the water. Remove bag from mouth if it is weighing me down. Or drop that spike if I really have to. Or stab the spike into the shore to use as leverage to get out. Or maybe float downstream if the village is that way. Or use the spike or various needles to defend myself if attacked.
Not yet.
Lets roll.
[5]
You bob back up to the surface and scramble hastily up onto the stone pathway. You spit your bag, and about a gallon of water, out and catch your breath.
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