The brief introduction from, Rend was it? Yeah, that guy; gave little to no information on what was important and what someone would like to know. Oli started questioning in his mind; why me? What for? What now? Did I do something wrong? Am I going to die? Am I dead?! In a bit of a panic, Oli seemed too convinced that he had died until his consciousness was suddenly taken away from him.
While others around Oliver's current location were starting to wake up and see one another, Oli lay there, in the hot sun, burning. And if he didn't wake up soon he probably would die. His body temperature started to rise as the sun continued to glare down at him until the intense heat (intense for him anyway) forced him to wake up. "Ah!" Oliver exclaimed in pain as he suddenly sat up, then jumped up onto his bare feet, only to realise he was standing on a pretty hot ground; very beautiful, but hot. "Hot! Hot! Hot!" The man repeated to himself out loud, not realising he had company. Lucky his mask was still on. Oli had to continuously alternate which foot would take the heat at a fairly fast pace. Hopping on one then the other. This exercise would only become redundant however and make him more hot.
Looking around frantically for shade, his heart suddenly skipped a beat as he finally noticed the others. Feeling quite nervous and uneasy now, he found himself in a rather tight situation. But avoiding being burned alive seemed more important right now. The will to survive overcoming the fear of strangers forced him to rush over to the girl who was shaded by the umbrella with another. (Oli is convinced that Mad is a female). Not even noticing his own little bag, leaving it behind, he halted in front of the two, still jogging on the spot with his bare feet, long black loincloth (which covered a lot more than people might imagine). The bottom half of his toned, torso was bare, while his chest was shrouded in black cloth which draped down from his head piece made of wolf fur and skull. He simply pointed at the two and the umbrella before speaking. "I need some form of shade before I burn alive please tell me you are the merciful type." He wasn't speaking to anyone specific, if anyone could save him from burning alive, he'd be mighty grateful. He was prepared to take the umbrella with force if he had to but he hoped he'd never need to resort to violence. He hadn't even taken note of the extraordinary looking people around him yet. When his life wasn't on the line, he'd continue to freak out over the species he had never even thought of better yet known to exist.