With his notions about how farming was [i]supposed[/i] to go now confirmed, Masaru let out a light sigh of relief before glancing at the new arrival. He had to admit, with the number of people that had managed to live through the storm, it was clear how absurdly CLOSE they were to not having to build up from what was essentially near-scratch. He'd have to remember to hold a vigil to those who were lost in the end, at the very least.

"Hey, who am I to argue with one more pair of helping hands, right? The more, the merrier!" the oni laughed as he glanced towards his hakama, which was still lying out there on the sandy beach.
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Right. Hands full. Carrying goods that are better off not wet (or, well, any wetter than they were already). That might be... An issue.

"Er... Not to be lazy or anything, but anyone mind grabbing my stuff lying off to the side there as we move inland? If not, I'll make a quick return trip after we clear out the place. Hopefully it isn't missing by the time that's done. Or if it ends up being evening first. No clue."

"...In any case, we're wasting time here! Let's go! Uh... Well, that's what I would say if I knew where we were headed. Hey, uh... Charlotte, was it?" he asked the girl, assuming that the older man's comments were in direct reference to her name. "You and the ogre find anywhere spiffy enough to set up camp, or we gonna have to look deeper?"