Wonderful! They had a new ally to help them on their quest--whatever that was. Actually, what was their quest? Garash's metallic brow furrowed in contemplation. There was something other than fleeing from the demons this time, wasn't there? He felt like he was forgetting something important.... Oh yeah! These demons hadn't been targeting him specifically, meaning they were chasing someone or something else in their party. That was sort of refreshing. But... what were they after again? He thought hard as he kept up their quick pace. An... orb... right? Didn't they mention an orb back there? Maybe not, but he was convinced it was something one of the others had that they wanted. And anything a demon wanted had to be bad. He could think this confidently after much experience.<br/><br/>Actually, for a while now, their newest member had been saying some things from the back. Garash recognized several of the words, but others were lost on him, and the grammatical structure was more complex than what he was 'used to.' Until today, he'd never had to use the common language seriously, and it was already difficult for him. The end result was that most of what she said went over his head. It was embarrassing, but he was more frustrated than shy, so he called back to her. "I don't understand! Use smaller words."<br/><br/>Garash stayed near the front of the pack, trusting his nose to take them to water. He wasn't as graceful as some of the others in their party, but he was fairly graceful for his size. Most demons relied on their noses, so he didn't think much of the branches broken and leaves crushed in his path. If any of them knew real tracking, it could be trouble. Really, though, there just wasn't any way to minimize the damage more than this.<br/><br/>Now then, after they found water... The human suggested they find a 'hollow root.' Garash wasn't a hundred percent sure what that meant, but he could guess. Anyway, since his first thought had been 'cave,' it occurred to him that they should absolutely not hide in a cave.<br/><br/>The further they walked in the right direction, the more the scent of damp ruined Garash's senses. At the rude pace he'd set, they soon came upon a flowing river. Garash reached up with his free hand and plugged his nose for a minute, then let go and took a deep breath. Good. He could barely detect the people right next to him. To anything across the river, he was nasally blind. "We cross," he said. "Then we find your 'hollow root.'"