[The spirits are driving him insane. Literally, probably, but today it's especially tedious having to hunt them down just to get what he ordered. All the while, his stomach growls as they dart to and fro - especially at the slightly more humanoid ones. And then he finds himself fighting nausea. Whatever the world eater did to him, it hasn't faded in two weeks - if anything it has just gotten worse, and that doesn't bode well for the future.
Finally, though, thank the gods, there's someone who looks like she found one of his ammo boxes. He makes his way across the dark, scrubby ground to get a better look.]
Yeah, actually. Think that might be mine. Careful with it, bullets in there.
[Which, if they're the shotgun shells, yeah - those could probably explode if handled too roughly. Before he makes his way over fully to investigate, though, he catches a toe on one of the low-growing plants and crashes to the ground right in front of her, all nine and a half feet.]
hide and seek
Finally, though, thank the gods, there's someone who looks like she found one of his ammo boxes. He makes his way across the dark, scrubby ground to get a better look.]
Yeah, actually. Think that might be mine. Careful with it, bullets in there.
[Which, if they're the shotgun shells, yeah - those could probably explode if handled too roughly. Before he makes his way over fully to investigate, though, he catches a toe on one of the low-growing plants and crashes to the ground right in front of her, all nine and a half feet.]