Snippet #1355766

Zain hated direction with a passion. The only thing he loathed more than direction was authority and this Krad guy seemed to be exerting it whether he meant to or not, however the sarcasm he implied also caused feelings of similarity to arise in Zain. The ability to remain cool and collected in a time of potential crisis was a trait Zain admired, let alone comedy.

Thinking back to his dive, just minutes ago he remembered seeing what a appeared to be a surface of limestone, potentially a cavern if there we running water nearby. Zain stepped his way through the crowd to the edge of the clearing. "If we're going to come under attack again, then leader-boy is right." he said in a serious tone turning back to the group. "I thought I saw a cavern to the west, and I'd sooner take my chances of getting mauled by a cave bear than be perforated by gunfire when they come back for us. So anyone that wants a slightly high chance of survival, or is a champion bear-fighter, I recommend you head this way." With his closing statement Zain turned and walked into the forest, performing a convoluted, and flashy, method of opening with his butterfly knife, prepared for whatever he may find.