Vangelos took note of Violet coming over to stand beside him. She trusted him no doubt, and viewed him as a friend. He couldn't abandon her now nor would he ever. Especially after all that he had heard about her less than fortunate life she was forced to live.<br/>"It's probably not my place to say, but I agree with Violet." Vangelos spoke up nervously. "It doesn't seem wise to charge into an area that we already know is dangerous. Shouldn't we explore our options more before making reckless decisions?"<br/>Vangelos averted everyone's eyes, instead looking at the floor to avoid their judgmental glances. He wasn't used to such hostility and words filed with malice. Everyone wanted to survive, but there seemed to be a lack of compassion when it came down to it. He partly blamed it on perhaps the fear of dying. It wasn't necessarily easy to make the best decisions under pressure, but then again what did he know.<br/>"However, there is one thing the stranger pointed out that I agree with." Vangelos looked over at Jack as he spoke. "We can't sit here wasting time arguing about what we should do. This group is too big to get a unanimous decision. So how about we just go with the methods we think are best?"<br/><br/>Akamu watched as the naga slid under the corpses of his comrades and used them as a blanket and shield. Apparently he took no shame in doing so. The very act in itself was against everything he was taught. The dead were to be shown the utmost respect and to touch them was a great dishonor to who they were. In fact it could even lead to their soul being unable to pass on the next life. But he realized this was no longer hi kingdom, no longer his land, no longer his traditions. These people were raised by different standards. He remembered learning that in his travels.<br/>"Shouldn't someone keep watch?" Akamu asked. "We can take turns doing so, so we won't all be deprived of sleep. It's safer to keep at least one eye open when sleeping out in the open, ya?"