Twix gazes at the forbidding forest. It is thick, and even from here he can see that little of the brutal sun that currently beats upon him will reach the ground under that dense canopy. As long as he has lived, men have feared the forests back home, but he's never come to harm there. Still... he looks to the glinting object up the beach. He turns to his two companions, for so he already thinks of them. His Companions on his Great Adventure. For after all, is he not Ravage Deathbringer: Eater of Souls? He breast swells briefly, but even he cannot help but notice the looks they give him.
Twix speaks, and his own voice sounds too high, too reedy for his own ears. One would think that the sand caking his vocal cords could have dropped his register to something more appropriate.
"Something has washed ashore up the beach. We should gather what supplies we can before looking for shelter, or they may be pulled out to sea at the next tide"
