[center][color=lightgreen]Elliot[/color][/center]

As intense as everything appeared to be with the heated discussion and interaction between Elliot's fellow castaways he witnessed a slow build up. A crescendo so to speak. Temp continued on distracted by the various other castaways and interacting with each of them in a heated way. He almost felt grateful all he got from her was a smack. He certainly preferred the smack to the verbal barrage that followed toward the other castaways.

He listened to Varric blather on and on. Then again, most of the castaways were quite chatty. Aristocrats and nobles simply seemed to do it to an excess. He imagined the noise would attract the attention of any natives, and perhaps even worse things. Just as another castaway awakened, almost as if on queue, a boy appeared from behind the goats.

The boy carried a journal. Elliot’s journal. At least it looked like it could be. He waved in an attempt to gather the attention of the castaways quietly calling out to them. He could barely hear him.

[quote]"Keep it down!"[/quote]

Too late.

Shortly after something slithered out of the nearby craggy rocks. He could hear it repeating the phrases in an empty and meaningless way that caused the hairs on the back of his neck to raise. The fiend shambled towards him slowly, but Elliot had the sense that it could strike much quicker than it appeared.

Elliot took the prudent decision to retreat behind Thomas as the ship’s strangest passenger Ifor tackled the fiend. The action that came afterward Elliot could not tear his eyes away from. Teeth gnashed fiercely as the fiend reacted by lashing out at them. Elliot stepped a little further away to give the defenders some space. A literal brawl unleashed as Ifor began to pummel the fiend into the sand while Varric berated the castaways for their violence. Then came the most interesting scene of the entire confrontation.

The fiend launched itself at Varric and bit into him only to react as if it had bitten into some acidic poison. As it slithered back into the rocks Elliot’s attention settled on the blood he saw. The intensity of the skirmish and the adrenaline he still felt afterwards reminded him of his crime. The manslaughter. He had to look away from the blood as a couple of the castaways offered assistance to Varric.

He moved away from them slowly as the weight of his waterlogged clothing made walking take far more effort than it reasonably should. Elliot stopped to remove and wring out his shirt when he spotted the light to the northeast. He glanced back at the castaways as they discussed their next course of action. 

Right now he simply needed to get away and clear his mind. To center himself.

A little investigation of a mystery would help him calm down, and the shimmering light in the distance would be perfectly serviceable to achieve that. Once he was ready he would rejoin them.