[h3][color=8dc73f]Scott[/color][/h3][hr]

[color=8dc73f]"Um… if you’re talking about me, I’d… I’d rather you spoke to me."[/color] Scott said, his voice wavering slightly from his lack of breath, his eyes fixed on the man’s boot. [color=8dc73f]“And… and I wasn’t running from the blast. I was hiding from a group of goblins. I used that explosion as… as a distraction… so I could run.”[/color]

He took notice of the goblin - but he didn’t look for too long. He instead focused up at the mountain of a man in front of him. It was strange to have to crane back his neck so far. He took a few steps backwards. Despite his comparative size, it was somewhat relieving to see a human. If there was one human, that meant there were other humans somewhere. Hopefully.

But this meant that he [i]could[/i] have been right when he guessed that smoke was from humans! Probably not many, if they only had the one fire, but given almost everything he had met had tried to kill him... wait, what if this human tried to kill him? He was with a goblin, so maybe he wasn't exactly nice... but the goblin was hiding from [i]him[/i], and the man was talking to it - her? - as if it were a child, or at the least, an easily spooked adult.

[color=8dc73f]"My name's Scott."[/color] he offered, looking between the two. [color=8dc73f]"I, uh, don't know where exactly I am... b-but anything you could tell me would be a great help!"[/color] And then his stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl. [color=8dc73f]"Or if you've some food to spare. Or water. Water would be better. I haven't really drank anything for... several days?"[/color]