Skar steps out onto the beach, feeling the wind brush by he fur-lined clothing, tickling the cold into his bones. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes briefly, listening for his old friend's voice, trusting to know where he should go. The clink of the chains holding the swaying Orc in place reminds him... there is danger here... be wary.

His eyes begin to scan and focus on the ground around their little group, and he whistles shrilly, holding up his leather-braced arm to the sky without taking his eyes off the ground. His faithful companion, Surreth swoops down from out of the marine dusk sky and alights smoothly on Skaruvus' arm.

Skar whispers several words in a language that sounds like a gentle summer breeze, then pushes his arm gently skyward as the eagle takes off once again.
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"Seek people walking upright, then return."


He turns to the others as the one who he knew as Naomi spoke. "Yes...the air is...nervous? Surreth will be telling I if people be living here," he says, his words still slightly uncertain in the non-native tongue after all these years.