[b]"Yes! I'm Scree!"[/b]

Whatever excitement the Anarti may have had dissipated when suddenly he was assaulted by yet another creature, being dragged onto a seat with no chance for resistance. Normally he would have been fascinated by the absolute strangeness of the thing, as it consistently did a seemingly impossible balancing act by moving around on two legs, rather looking like someone had started creating this species then forgot to add the second leg section. However he didn't really have much time for thinking and wondering, as it set upon his face with a damp cloth.

[b]"Ow. Ow ow!!! What in the hive are you doing! OW!!!"[/b]

The sound of almost angry clicking eminated from his mandibles as Scree verbally, if not physically, protested as the clear sticky liquid was wiped away easily. Eventually the wiping stopped, leaving the new creature to setup whatever the next step in its strange ritual was, giving Scree a little time to keep attempting to communicate. He fished quickly through his satchel, riffing through the papers until he came upon what he was looking for: A map of what he thought was the local area, drawn by yours truely.

[b]"Scree started here. With other Anarti here at the camp. Scree traveled along this path until I reached... this."[/b]

He held the map out with one forceps, using the other to poke the paper and show his path

[b]"Scree needs to go back. To other Anarti. To get anyone who knows more about language theory than I do..."[/b]

For the first time since he'd arrived a little discouragement seeped through his persona, head and antennae drooping a little. And then he spotted something... queer. This room like all the rest held a variety of interesting and flashy items, a million questions about what they did and what they were never asked. But there was something he did recognize. A window. A long rounded viewport showing the night time sky and its thousand stars. Each one untwinkling, as if they were painted onto a cave wall. Scree got up slowly, making his way over, peering out the window, for the first time feeling fear.

He'd expected to see trees, to see possibly the mountains of the north. But instead there was nothing more than the inky void of space and its thousand jeweled stars. Scree turned to the others, concern and worry entering his voice for the first time, pointing frantically at the window and the map. 

[b]"Where am i?!"[/b]