Chapter 3: Meeting The Natives

No reply; he remains seated, the only movement comes from his back as it expands and contracts with each of his breath.

With a sigh, Frick moves over to Rygnar and places a hand on his shoulder, giving him a little shake, "Hey, it's time to wake up!" he says, slightly louder than he would if he were speaking normally.

There is no reaction to the touch and no retaliation, his hair hangs down blocking his face. His voice is quiet "Unless Jarveena or Elspa are in danger, fuck off."

Frick laughs, "At least you're straight to the point," he says, then pats Rygnar on the shoulder once more, "Well, we're not gonna be here for much longer, so if you wanna make sure they're safe, come on."

With that, he turns away and walks back to the group and shrugs, "Well, I think he's gonna come with us."

Aside from breathing, Rygnar remains motionless; no rebuttal, no reaction, not even a subtle growl.

Elspa points out the nearest cave, then says, "Gonna need to watch over the boats. If we're going to the cave, let's bring them in." She walks towards the two rowboats, intent on porting one of them further inland.

"Rygnar. Let's bring this inside. Them folk upstairs might think these are theirs."

Frick nods, "Alright, let's do it," he says, and then assists in moving the boats.

Moss takes point and leads towards the cave, bow in hand just in case....

Without a word, Rygnar stands and, without waiting for help, lifts one of the boats with ease and makes his way to the cave with it.

Elspa works with Frick to port the second boat back to the cave.

Knowing she'll be no help with the physical task of stowing the boats, Jarveena stays out of the others' way.

Rygnar places the boat down near the cave but instead of entering, he takes his previous pose by the boat; sitting, knees up with his arms resting on them, and head down.

"Storm's coming," Elspa says, trying to explain. She does not try to venture further into the cave, leaving Auntie Zilla to her own devices. "Sorry. Want to sail outta here, but water's rough."

I'll go see if I can hunt something to eat for today, Moss takes a few seconds before leaving in case somebody as something to say then leaves inland....

Ygne walks slowly toward the cave with the others, looking somewhat hesitant. Assisting with the boats does not seem to occur to her, yet she gets to the cave even later than those burdened by the load. As she arrives, she spots Rygnar, and she gets that same ponderous look on her face.

Approaching the barbarian, Ygne shifts her weight to one foot and raises a brow curiously. "Rygnar," she says, trying to get his attention, "Muscles."

Like a breathing statue made from flesh there's no reaction what so ever. He remains seated, head down, and hair covering his face. Ygne doesn't even get a growl that she's knows so very well.

Elspa folds her arms across her chest. "Don't know. You have a suggestion?"