That night went by uneventfully after the girl was taken care of. Rock Hammer volunteered to watch once more, but was relieved of his position hours later by one of the Stalkers. Though not one to leave himself exposed, Rock Hammer put his back towards a wall, sitting down against it with his signature weapon in hand. As the night grew and the clouds covered any light from the moon, only the embers of their fireplace provided anything for Rock hammer to see. The voices continued to speak in his mind, rambling about nothing of importance. But somewhere in there, manifesting for once in his life, was a voice that had a presence. Not merely words on the wind no longer, but a mind of it's own. And all in Rock's own head.<br/><br/>The day came when a stalker announced that their convoy had arrived. Rock Hammer, stirred awake by the stalker, was ready for battle. He lept to his feet brandishing his hammer menacingly, but quickly discovered there were no threats. There was, however the rumbling sounds of machines. Rock Hammer left to look, and saw that the Stalkers had brought two trucks unlike anything he's seen before. He has seen the humans make machines to ride over the ice or through the water. Once, he saw one in the skies. But they were small things, barely enough for more than two. He saw many other machines that laid derelict and broken, often gutted for parts. And while these machines were not as pristine as some of the machines Rock has seen, they were by far the largest. They may even be able to take him.<br/><br/>The Stalkers and the others chose to ride the machines. Rock Hammer, though stealth was not his forte, stayed out of sight. He knew that because of Victor his people will not attack him. But Rock Hammer feared them nonetheless. These people were nothing like the bandits from before. They were well armed, well trained, and braver. If Rock Hammer had to fight them, he doubts he could escape alive. And he worried what would happen if they wanted to do something to him. Too many, too strong, and Rock Hammer didn't like the idea of being weak...<br/><br/>As he stayed hidden Lillian approached him. Of the others, she was the one that Rock Hammer trusted. For some reason or another. Perhaps it was because she treated his wounds without prompt? Or maybe it was just because she hasn't done anything to bother him? Than again, aside from the little girl, none of these people have treated him badly. Quite the opposite actually. Now that he was thinking about it, why was he so worried? These were nice people. But... He wasn't a very nice person himself. And there was another issue.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Last chance. Do you want to go west?</span><br/><br/>West was not north. Rock Hammer had to go north... For some reason. Honestly, he wasn't sure what he was going to find north. He was kinda hoping that maybe, if he went north, what he was looking for would find him. But honestly? He didn't know. Rock Hammer didn't know what he was doing. But for once, there was people here who cared for him, and who didn't hate him, and he didn't hate them. Perhaps... Perhaps it'd be best if he went with them. After all, whatever he was looking for be it his origins or his past, surely he'll find it with these people. They'll lead him to it, or it'll find them. Rock Hammer was hopefully.<br/><br/>Looking back at Liliana, Rock Hammer nodded his head.<span style="font-weight: bold">"I will go."</span>Rock Hammer than walked out of the shadows and made his presence known to the Stalkers, not showing fear nor hesitation as he approached the armed humans. Now that he thought about it (Without the voices interfering), he hasn't really introduced himself. Only Darina knows his name.<span style="font-weight: bold">"I am Rock Hammer. I will go with you to the west."</span>