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Having so far hung back behind the other two, Olly glares over their shoulders at the guard for a moment as she speaks. His eyes flit from eye contact and down at her mouth, then down at her spear - and then back up. Olly is not the kind to waste his scarce brainpower on a mystery someone cleverer can figure out, and so all he's interested in here is the spear.

He places one meaty hand lightly on Til's shoulder, the other on Yel's, and very gently nudges them apart as if to suggest they ought to let him take centre. Guards are just glorified hired muscle, which he can relate to quite well.

"We are lost," he declares. "We are looking for-" a glance either side, at Til and Yel "-a map. Or someone who knows stars. Or a place to stay at night." Olleand pauses, running a tongue over his lower lip. "It is harsh out there. You know."

Nose wrinkling, Olly gives a distracted grunt that was probably supposed to be affirmative and trudges after Tilansy, giving a brief come-on wave to Yel. Both of them sound like they have good plans, which suits him just fine because he has only one plan and that is to follow someone who has a better one.

As he walks, he plucks a bit of moss-grass out of his hair, gives it a curious sniff, and furtively dabs it on his tongue. He knows you're not supposed to taste-test suspicious plants, but... well, it's a general kind of "you", and he figures that doesn't always have to apply to him. Not every time.

Olly regards the flagging hand with disapproval instead of directing that look right at Yel's face. It's not the answer he was hoping for, but he's already well on the road to accepting three things: that this is what's happening now, that their situation is not instantly solvable, and that his luck relies heavily on staying in the good books of anyone who can lead the way.

He begins moodily picking bits of plant life out of his hair.

"We will stay together," he says, nodding once at Tilansy to make a point that he means her, too. It sounds nothing like a suggestion.

Well, alright - the others both look more or less unscathed. However, they also both seem just as confused as he is - and no one's taking credit, either, which leaves him in the unfortunate situation of having nobody to rightfully punch. At his sides his hands uncurl from fists, and Olleand falls back on cooperation.

"You," he begins, jabbing a finger in Yel's direction. "You can wayfind?" His voice is like sandpaper, but he looks hopeful.

There's a shocked, gravelly holler from somewhere behind the others; it cuts off sharply with a thud as Olleand hits the (thankfully soft) overgrown floor hands-and-face-first. As soon as his back half flops down and he realises he's on solid ground, he pushes himself up and staggers to his feet, his face already rearranging itself into an expression of mild outrage. This might have more effect if he didn't have bits of moss stuck to his face and hair.

Olly turns a slow 360 degrees, surveying this new landscape in sullen silence, and then gives an angry grunt and turns back on the two others that landed first. For a second, it looks as if he's about to say something - then he clamps his jaw shut with an audible clack of teeth, and studies them to see how alive they are first. He does not look happy.

Okay hello sorry for holding everybody up, I'm Bug and I ended up flinging any pretense of knowing what I'm doing out of the window and going with a premade (kindly handed to me by our dear lifesaver GM).

His name is Olleand/"Olly" and he's a Glaive who punches things. Or "rages" according to his sheet? I'm going to be working this out as I go so basically because I am still pretty confused.

He's big and burly and gets angry very quickly and I guess he probably had a safe (crappy) job as someone who moves heavy objects/crates around or something? and now he's determined to get out of said safe job and see the world.

That's pretty much all I got. A lot of it will probably develop as we go, but I know I'm missing important things like how he knows the other PCs so... suggestions are welcome :^0