Setting
To enter here unprepared is to invite death.
History & Occurrences
- A Reclaimed Research Facility exists here, somewhere
- Every now and then, one might see the tracks of a small vehicle, or motorcycle
- Beast droppings, and lots of them
But then nothing.
Despite clear frustration the little man relents, chastising her lack of tact. After gathering herself she stood back up. She observed him, his attention shifting from her to his construct. As tensions dropped she began to gather the berries scattered about.
"U-um?" she utters, holding them out in cupped hands.
"Thank," the gnome took a waddle forward and held open a satchel attached to his hip, "Throw 'em in, eh?"
Gromp tried to smile at the berry-helper. It didn't come across as much more than a grimace. It was the thought that counted, right?
He seemed to trust her at this point, enough to waddle up to her. He certainly seemed lacking in mobility, maybe why he needed that wheeled construct? He reminded her of an elder, and as they say about elders, she wasn't about to disrespect. She did wonder why he would want these suspect berries, but reached out and carefully poured them into the satchel.
"W-welcome," she stuttered, gripping at her scarf. She wasn't sure if showing too much intellect was safe.