The goliath, nicknamed "Fracture" by one of the smart-alec sous-chefs, looks dully on as the slightly uncomfortable chef discussed options with himself and the remaining two of the expedition. He was better dressed now, having secured some magical cloth that Georges felt a little guilted into given him. He had a simple staff made of metal that just seemed to appear one day after his wanderings; Fracture could not be forced to recall how it appeared. But around his neck was still the raven amulet he has acquired from the goblin con-man.
Ravens were a sign of death.
Both options presented to the group involved the earth. Fissure had been tied to the earth. This new Fissure, the Fracture that seemed to walk in his shoes, did not seem to have the same tie.
After minute, while everyone else was moving on to other subjects, Fracture muttered in his empty voice, Toa. Raiders bad.