Barlios managed a small smile. "I don't really feel all too good either." He sighed letting the comfort offered soak in. He felt weary, and battle beaten, which made sense because he was both those things. His body felt leaden but they had to keep moving. He didn't feel safe here where ever they had landed. It would be safe for a time, not a long one.

His eyes trailed over to where Soturo's former body had been lain and he almost told Valdis to pick it back up. 'Foolishness' His friend was gone there was no use holding onto a shell. They would have to find foods and fresh water. The beach itself was pristine and clean with the forest edging the place only 50 feet from where he was laying. There scent in the area was familiar, almost a warning in the back of his head. He took that for what it was and untangled himself from the sand further to right himself.

"We are in unknown territory..." He said watching the way the trees swayed as he watched. There was no breeze passing by to make them move, he would have felt, if not heard it.

The numb tone brought Barlios back to attention and he gave the man-horse a empathetic look. Much more had been lost in such times but even one more 'death' was always one too many. He would console the man if he knew how.

The trees parted way and a group of badger men carrying primitive spears, black and white fur raised and uneven teeth bared moved to stand before them. The red Naga's eyes narrowed those scant few seconds as he watched them, the men tall, lanky, definitely large then he remembered of the badger people, but then, he had only seen emissaries who were only female. They weren't as fierce looking as these men appeared to be.

One growled and barked, the largest -a white cresting warrior stripe and several colored beads hanging past his pressed ears marking him their leader- , directed at them. There was. Barlios didn't recognize the dialect but he understood the words 'Enemy', 'Danger', 'Leave'. He moved to respond in their native tongue but found he had little in the way of breath. It startled him until he realized he was still bleeding from some of his worse wounds. With great hesitation he slumped down careful so that he wouldn't drag Claire with him.

The leader narrowed, black beaded eyes at him before barking to his companions. The others barked, then circled the naga, moving Claire aside as some lifted his torso and others examined the wounds. More barked orders and they were dragging Barlios along with them, the leader staring fixedly at Claire and Vladis.

His words were rough as he spoke but he said with great pride in his ability, "Why have you come here?"