Dawkin Trustram
Dawkin furrowed his brow at the sound of voices. They were definitely there and seemed like they were coming from the left where they were more Goldeens. He turned and observed Martin's approach. "I see." He gestured to the left, "I heard some voices down there somewhere if you're interested, hypothetically they could be from one of the teams, that or we can go to the right, where I first went, though anything further than that and your attempts to navigate will be as good as mine." Martin seemed to be rather invested in the thought of finding them so Dawkin figured he'd let him decide where they would go next, afterall it wasn't like he knew his way around this place much better than Martin did anyway. The boy from earlier had caught up and thanked them for their help, as well stating his intended path. Dawkin waved away his thanks and waited for Martin to determine which direction they would head.