Krios sat slumped against a large rock, having spent minutes finding the right angle to avoid any jabby bits in the back. Not that he could ever really be truly comfortable in this tainted wasteland – how could anyone? Krios however was perhaps more out of place than the others. After all he had spent the majority of his life on the snowy ranges of the Frostback Mountains, and now here he was stuck on a relatively flat ashen desert. The heat alone was enough to sour his mood, turning his already selective vocabulary into nothing more than a series of grunts and growls. Not even Garleen’s humming could lift his spirits, despite him knowing full well what the cucumber was for. 

“Fucking dust” he hissed quietly as he was forced to spit out a bite of his dried beef, the grains of dust having found their way into his mouth. He spat a few more times in an effort to clear the oral debris, but he could still feel the fine grains between his teeth, giving him an annoying grinding sensation whenever he moved his jaw. The smell of the beef still lingered beneath his nose, causing his belly to let out a low-pitched esurient burble. He would not be eating anytime though, not with the current climate spoiling the food, and certainly not with the sudden commotion. 

“We got company” shouted the group’s cunning leader. Krios looked towards the red-headed dwarf and followed her eyes off into the distance. Like the others, he clambered to his feet and waited to see what sort of company they were about to receive. His axe and shield now in hand, he moved more towards the front of the group; not because he had any intention of being the one to address the visitors, but because he wanted to put himself between the healers and any potential threats.