Re: [Act I, Scene III] Smoke on the Horizon
"Well, Brother Brodd, perhaps you'd better say a prayer for those bones, before we camp," says Creston. "We don't want them getting up and attacking us while we sleep."
Creston stakes out his spot, under a tree, and rolls out his bedroll. He sits down on it and rummages around in his pack. When Eron passes within reach, Creston passes the Pixie a skin of water.
"Here, have a drink. I don't blame you for not wanting to carry a gallon of water, but the Humans don't understand."