The Stone Plains

After about an hour more rest, Tinker allows herself to slide out from beneath Havalon's arms. Despite how comfortable it is, it won't feed her. So, she slings her crossbow over her shoulder and walks out into the wilderness to try and find some food.

Once Havalon wakes up, he'll find a note written in basic, the handwriting clearly unused to the language.
"Went hunting, start a fire!" it reads.

Several minutes after Havalon's awakening, Tinker returns with a fat boar dragged along behind her in an improvised stretcher-like implement. The boar has several holes in it where bolts pierced its hide, and Tinker's tunic is slightly torn along her midsection. It looks as if the boar tried to gore her, and only narrowly missed. Still, she seems rather pleased.

"I found food!" she exclaims, dropping the stretcher before the flames. She shields her eyes as she looks up and notices the bright light emanating from Havalon's pauldron.
"Man I knew your armour was shiny, but not this shiny!" she says. For an underdweller such as herself, photosensitivity is an issue often dealt with in the Overworld. This is one of those times.

Tinker pulls a small dagger from her boot when she's asked, presenting it to Havalon with a smile hilt first. However, what constitutes a dagger for a gnome is closer to a pocket knife for a regular person, and while it is razor sharp and well cared for, it may be a bit small to slice up the boar.

She slings her crossbow back over her shoulder whether or not Havalon accepts and sits beside the fire, warming herself with a pleased shiver running down her spine.
"Mm, that's the stuff...man it gets really cold here in the Overworld. How do you folks deal with it?" she asks, sounding slightly distressed.

The Sentinel gratefully accepted the knife, starting by firmly striking through the boar's skin all the way down to the neck, then wrenching it around the throat entirely. From there, he used his strength to pull off the fur hide, cutting off the small threads of tendons that threatened to damage the hide in its entirety. From there, he would stab through the limb's joints, ripping off the legs and gutting the boar so the organs wouldn't fall upon them, laying the meat atop the burning wood, as Havalon was quite a fan of well-roasted meat.

As she spoke, he would ponder her statement. "Well, for me, it's generally warm here! I've experienced much colder, I think." He estimated. And it would make sense if it was true. Havalon was not that affected by the breeze running through his armor, and that which touched his skin seemed quite welcome.

Then it began to walk towards them. From there, Havalon stood up, his helmet returning to his head in an instant as he viewed a very uncwelcoming gaze upon the stranger. From there, he lifted his shield and sword, looking to Tinker as if to warn her off, then marched forth a good ten paces. From there, he readied himself to put down this strange woman. As she grew nearer she was seen as unarmed, but her eyes gave off more than just innocence. He did not like this person, and from there lifted his shield up, a mighty white wall buildling a good four feet in either direction of the Sentinel, beginning to charge as she walked forth.

The Sentinel was quiet, focused in on the being. Strange, indeed. An oddity he was not sure he was glad to have brought over. If anything, she was a threat. The tilted head gave off an animalistic vib to her, something as if looking at its opponent in curiosity of its full potential. As the stranger spoke, Havalon continued to hold his shield mightily, staring down to her with hesitation.

"What- Who, are you." He commanded the question, sword firmly held in his hand, the tip of the blade resting against the ground.

Tinker jumps up as he raises his shield and looks around.
"What's wron--oh. Someone approaches! Do you think they're bad?" she says, slinging her crossbow back from over her shoulder and standing to the side and behind Havalon, raising the cross hair and looking down the sights as she trains the weapon upon the intruder's throat.

As she approaches Havalon, Tinker squeezes the trigger slightly. With every step the woman takes, Tinker squeezes harder. If she gets close enough, a bolt will find its way in the woman's jugular. She isn't usually this cautious but there's something...off about this lady.

When Tinker made herself visible, Nereida's eyes drifted from Havalon to the little female, and shock registered within them. She'd never seen a being so small! And then shock melted into confusion, her brows drawn together once more. She recognized the crossbow that Tinker held; the city guards of Ozmodias had them as well. And it was trained on her. She turned to look at Havalon, and as he moved, digging the shield into the ground, sliding his weapon on the earth, she gasped and stepped back.

This had never happened before. Signs of aggression. She wasn't watching where she was stepping, and a crack in the stone had her falling, a small cry ripping from her lips as she fell hard. Blood rushed to the surface of her elbow, and a wicked crack resounded from her ankle. Her dark hair flowed all around her, her poor, tattered dress barely anything to guard her skin.

Pushing up onto her hands, she didn't realize that she had scraped her elbow so badly, red rivulets of her blood already streaking down the dirty skin of her arm as both hands went to gently cradle her snapped ankle. There was an obvious look of pain and despair in her face, and her quick, sob-like breaths showed her distress. Touching her ankle, she cried out.

Ankles she knew nothing about. Fins were an altogether different thing, and feet? Well, Nereida hadn't known that they could be so fragile. All of her hurt where she'd fallen on the hard stone, but there were no tears in her eyes when she looked up at them. Tears were rare for mermaids, as it was. Pain, however, was not.

They were still so aggressive, however, that Nereida began to scooch away from them on the stone, wincing as her foot was dragged along with her, putting distance between herself and the twosome. Her stomach still rumbled, and Nereida had now officially met her first pair of unfriendly folks!