Facet, female personality psiforged psionic artificer with packmate homunculous Trundle
"Organics don't wait. They have fuel and rest needs we don't, and they cannot ignore them unless constrained... Were they destroyed by the crystal warforged we saw? Did it roam outside the confines of the building we were investigating? If it is not here now, perhaps they fell afoul of it." Facet's hand stills as she goes to pick Trundle up to help him over the lip of the boat. "Maybe it still lingers." She looks around uncertainly.
"It is a little strange there are so many skeletons, isn't it?" Alecto asks as they come to the old boat. "Surely they weren't simply waiting here for us to arrive until they died." It paused, then looked at Facet querrelously. "Were they?"
"Organics don't wait. They have fuel and rest needs we don't, and they cannot ignore them unless constrained... Were they destroyed by the crystal warforged we saw? Did it roam outside the confines of the building we were investigating? If it is not here now, perhaps they fell afoul of it." Facet's hand stills as she goes to pick Trundle up to help him over the lip of the boat. "Maybe it still lingers." She looks around uncertainly.