[center][h3][color=ff9900]Týfurkh[/color][/h3][/center]

Týfurkh had been listening in on the ongoing conversation between Karina and Chres in particular without saying much. His slice of bread had been quickly consumed and his wound would probably heal best while not being stared at. Volunteers for the first shift had been found as well, so superficially there was hardly anything left to do for him before falling asleep.

The more the talk was about trying to contact the outside world however, the more one could see the man first touching his skin with his fingers, then actively fumbling around with it. It seemed as if the following words were directed at himself as an act of accidental loud thinking, but still everyone listening carefully enough could hear Týfurkh's mumbling: [color=ff9900]"Whatever we do... Contacting the outside world using any light-based method would probably be horribly inefficient. Given the nature of the distortion as we know it..."[/color]

A slight jerk shot through their companion's body as he could hear himself talking. Now that he had unintentionally spilled out his inner thoughts he could as well adress things openly, couldn't he ? [color=ff9900]"I might have an idea..."[/color] Týfurkh started. [color=ff9900]"But it will require several conditions to be met: First I need to reach a position as elevated as we can get. A tower or something comparable that's still standing. And secondly a good hint about where to shout at."[/color]

Oh blast... [color=ff9900]"Erm... Not literally, of course! Or well, in fact it would be literally but not as a broadcast everyone can hear. Only the intended recipient could hear me. We could guide in the military of touch without making as much as a chirp or lighting an ordinary candle!"[/color]

Týfurkh raised himself to his full height and moved through the room, going for the door leading to the outside world. Before opening it he first peeked through the shabby curtains of one of the windows, checking their environment. Then it turned out that he didn't have to go outside after all as he could already spot what he had been looking for from inside. His index finger almost slammed against the glass as he pointed at it. [color=ff9900]"See this clocktower over there ? That would be good... Question is if it's still intact inside."[/color]