My god. He's not a monster! Nanuuk found himself staring into the face of what seemed to be a human with bright golden hair and golden eyes. But humans don't have golden eyes... And humans don't usually carry around swords that were probably sharp enough to decapitate a cow.
"My name is Jonathan Solaris," said Jonathan. "I come in peace."
Peace, thought Nanuuk with an audible sigh. Peace is good. "Good, because... I think I'm lost." Idiot! That's the dumbest thing to say, of course you're lost! We all are!
Suddenly, the hairs on Nanuuk's back tensed. His sixth sense was tingling, and a Spirit's sixth sense is rarely wrong. Something's coming. Nanuuk raised his Glacius, enunciating syllables as runes glowed along the length of the staff. He quickly ended the spell when he saw that the creature was an Angel.
Angels are good... right? Nanuuk sized up the newcomer, who was even taller than Jonathan or himself. He had on a full set of brilliant armor, and his wings were full and wide.
"Greetings, and I would hope, well met. I am Arcterael the Archangel of Hope. Since it seems that you are not tainted by Evil, and considering that it seems that we find ourselves in the same dilemma, I propose the following: co-operation and mutual assistance, if anything, to survive together." The Angel spoke with a voice that automatically won over Nanuuk.
"Yes, yes, of course," said Nanuuk. "Well met. I'm Nanuuk the Marid, and I'll assist you all in any way you choose as long as... well... you don't let me die." Note to self: Your conversational skills are even worse than your bonking skills. Even so, Nanuuk kept his Glacius ready, just in case these creatures turned out to be malignant. He could trust no one in this horrible demented place.
