Homeward Bound

Charlie shook his head, noticing the frustration that Basilisk held for not finding him, but it wasn’t his fault. “It’s alright, Bas. The collapse likely scattered more than just the stones, I’d be surprised if you could pick up anything but dust at that point even as it began to settle.” There was no blame. Hell, he’d been surprised that Tau and his children had found him. Had Yorrick not told them specifically that he had been trapped, would they have overlooked the collapsed tunnel too? Would they have been heartbeats away, unaware that there was a survivor behind the wall of stone? Charlie didn’t want to think about if he hadn’t been found.

The next bit of news was troubling. A blight, infection… Charlie drew in a deep breath. The flood, and now this… Charlie shook his head as Basilisk said that the Armada might not be the best place for him. “The Armada is my home.” He told him, gaze shining with certainty. But before he could say more his gaze shifted towards one of the Armada’s members moving to Basilisk’s side. His expression softened. “I’m sorry for the trouble… for any worry I’ve caused you guys.” His blue gaze turned back to Bas.

“You’re going to need those who can hunt for the sick, to bring meat from somewhere outside the Armada if the blight is within our lands. Especially for you…” He nodded to Ignita. “I may not be at full strength yet, but I may be in better shape then some of our other members. Bas, let me help. Tell me what needs to be done.”

"Speech," 'Thought.'