As they breached the surface, Zavros bumped up against the remaining wall of what had been the farmhouse a few minutes ago. The water was draining away, exposing patches of solid ground, scattered with rubble, flattened crops and dead animals. Zavros' mother was unconscious--hopefully--and his father was bent double and coughing. Zavros' hammer had also washed up here, lodged against the wall.<br/><br/>"What on earth are you?" demanded Suura, before looking at his face, and her eyes widening. "No, no, that's impossible!<em>Here?</em>"<br/><br/><br/><em>OOC: CON check is passed.</em>