[b][h3]Charnud of Ingiros[/h3][/b]

For most of the ongoing conversations, Charnud had been quiet. He didn’t raise a hand when a vote went up concerning whether they should steal clothes from the townspeople, and didn’t speak up either when objections were raised. He, for his part, was mostly just… thinking. For a bunch of prisoners, they haven’t showed themselves to be terrible specimens of sapience, at least, not yet. There was a Ragon, which had a reputation for eating other sapients simply because they were larger and stronger, albeit very drugged and barely cognizant. There was… a skeleton in a machine. And a machine. There were Kiellar and Dhasath, and a surprising number of humans, who, from what he could recall, came from that unremarkable planet called Earth.

Earth! Who would call their planet Dirt? Did they just hate their planet that much?

Soon enough, the Dhasath woman named Neri and a human man called Jaymz… Jeems… Jayms… whatever it was, decided that they would be the ones to gather clothes from the town. It was a sound plan; a large group descending on the place would be extremely suspicious. A small group, however, wouldn’t be. They could pose as vagrants, or wanderers, or survivors of an attack, or… something else.

Besides, Charnud could see that the Ragon was beginning to show signs of waking up. He didn’t want to be a first meal for it… or him… or her. Honestly, he can’t tell the difference. Ragon all looked the same to him.

With that, he took off, following Neri and James—except that they were already some distance away when he made up his mind. Curses. He’ll just have to catch up.