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His gaze eventually fell back onto the odd stranger who also turned from the oozing mountain to face him, before suddenly he jolted as if in pain, then began to move onwards wordlessly. Indignant, Redshank lifted a lip and was about to reprimand him — hey! Don't just walk away from me! — but the man instead paused and spoke. His slow, repetitive way of speaking grated on the Cairn's patience. "You're a fuckin' long way from th'sea, old man" he responded with a growl.

Though as confusing as the agouti stranger was, Redshank couldn't help but feel a minute scrap of sympathy for him, however deep and buried it was. He knew what it was like to be lost, mind clouded from who knows what. It did not stop his temper from flaring, however. "But it's that way," he said with a sharp gesture westwards with his muzzle before he regarded his company with a look that almost bordered compassion. If the sea is what you're looking for.