Thanks to Byron's help, the realization that he was making a spectacle of himself went a long with towards sobering Malachi up. Coughing a few times, he wiped his eyes and straightened himself up. It was painful, and he had no intention of letting go of this woe, but a man like him had an image to uphold. With an irate, “Don't you lot have anything better to do?” he marched off, headed back in the direction of the entrance through which he group arrived. 

Not that he knew why he walked that way, or really, much of anything to begin with. He looked back toward Byron as he went, but he said nothing. Questions came to him, of course, like [i]where do we go from here?[/i] but why would Malachi ask them? More than likely, the catman lost family of his own thanks to this catastrophe, but that didn't mean they were instantly companions or something. Malachi supposed that in a situation like this, the survivors ought to band together and work over their feelings, but these heroes were strangers at best. The happenstance that placed him with them constituted the sole thing in common that they shared. What became of them following his revelation didn't really concern him, even if it sort of felt like it should. But what did matter, then? This world harbored neither friends, family, or home. There was nothing for him—no reason to continue on.

Malachi heaved a sigh, hanging his head. Such thinking would get him nowhere, or perhaps even lead him to a dark place. Even with the far more severe situation, it wasn't the first time he'd lacked for purpose. He'd wandered the mainland for ages before settling down. Back then, of course, he hadn't tasted the sweet nectar of meaningfulness and developed the thirst for it that roiled him now, but that meant he'd be even more driven to find it, right? The only question: where to begin. He decided to address the catman after all. He turned to Byron and said, “Thanks. Took it a little hard, but...I'll be fine. Gonna find a reason to keep goin' on. First stop...” He sifted through his memories. What entity possessed the greatest chance of having remnants in this new era? An idea came to him, and he seized it greedily. “Sydane. Maybe that ol' kingdom's still 'round. If anywhere's got a record of me, it'll be that. Good luck out there, fella.” He needed to procure a map and some supplies first, but with the apparent conversion rate of his currency, that wouldn't be an issue. With that in mind, Malachi looked around for any structure that resembled a general store or merchant row. A smaller man might have enjoyed an expedited journey thanks to a horse, but the brawler doubted he'd find a steed large enough in this place, and he was plenty used to long walks besides.