"bread" Henry replied calmly to the large man, still dishing out the necessitates they would need. He carried a large backpack on him, it stapled to his frame like a chain. His look to the others was that of something with less then joy, no doubt he wasn't looking forward to walking across this new world with these people. Why was ragnar even here? The old coot most likely didn't know how to aim a rifle and we had a hunter as it is. Perhaps they wanted some to be lazy so that everyone could work harder in showing him how it's done. Regardless, Henry knew he was stuck with them, so, tossing a piece of bread in the sand for the savage, he moved out into the depths of the tepid biome. If the real hunters wouldn't work, perhaps the amateur should rise to the occasion.