[Martin is still dressed in the black robes he was given by the Waker when he first came to shore. He's managed to shake off most of the confusion he felt when he first washed up on shore, but he hasn't gotten far yet in terms of figuring out where exactly he's ended up.
Trench, the locals call it, as though that's not at all ominous sounding, like they ought to be worried about being attacked, or having to go to war, or something. So far, though, it doesn't look all bad.
He's managed to acquire a cup of hot cider for himself - it's not tea, but it's fine. It's warm, and sweet, and comforting, even if it's not quite what he expected.
The question takes him a little off guard as the stranger approaches. It hasn't occured to him to look for a way back home yet. He's not even sure if there's a home left for him to go back to, but he thinks there ought to be.
He hopes there is.]
Oh, I - I don't really know how to get back, sorry. Did you just get here too?
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Trench, the locals call it, as though that's not at all ominous sounding, like they ought to be worried about being attacked, or having to go to war, or something. So far, though, it doesn't look all bad.
He's managed to acquire a cup of hot cider for himself - it's not tea, but it's fine. It's warm, and sweet, and comforting, even if it's not quite what he expected.
The question takes him a little off guard as the stranger approaches. It hasn't occured to him to look for a way back home yet. He's not even sure if there's a home left for him to go back to, but he thinks there ought to be.
He hopes there is.]
Oh, I - I don't really know how to get back, sorry. Did you just get here too?