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Haiean followed the others away from the ship, his body covered by the brown cloak he had ‘obtained’ minutes before boarding the St Christopher. He was going to follow the others to wherever they were going, but as he noted how both Zimnis and Grommak bumped into someone he stopped to search for another person to do the same, ready to collide with them the moment he found someone suitable. Successful or not, he wondered what was the point of this behavior but dismissed it as just another oddity of this place. After all, he was told this land was full of adventures, whatever those were, with wealth being given to him by people of their own accord. So what was a little strangeness, compared to that?

Whilst he moved after the others, Haiean looked at the sky and smiled, or the closest he was physically capable off. Soon it would be night, the perfect time to obtain more things. He noticed the buildings near and, while he wanted to lay his hands on the things that were being transported and on those inside the blue painted building, he continued towards the ‘Red Dwarf’, conscious of the menacing tower near.

After Zimnis deposited his lips a few times on some rocks and commented about his loss, Haiaen noted that the gnome was the only one to do so. He knelt near the stones and touched one of them a few times with the long nail off his index finger before he stood up and turned towards one of his companions, with luck one that was close enough to listen. “I don’t understand.” He said, his voice continuously hoarse. Haiaen was accustomed to be unaware off the reason most things happened around him, and of the things he knew, being unable to explain the reason he knew so. But that didn’t meant he was willing to ignore them now that he had companions he could ask about them.

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