On the trip down he felt the young woman starting to stir and hoped she wasn't going to make them both fall. Thankfully she waited to come to till they were all one the ground. Then she woke up, spoke some bizzare form of english and laid back down again. "En taru Limix, radun ohp-ohp." Richard racked his brain dreging up the english his father and grandfather had taught him, however it had been years since he last used it and he was very rusty. "Alive. Yes. Your rampana Skybax not much very. Die in vine."  He looked over her head at someone out of sight, "Atcha nera puog."  and brought a water skin to her lips. "Drink. Move soon. Much come danger. Not be here."  He first look at him is a sun brown thin man with a long brown hair pulled back into a knot on the back of his head and short neatly handlebar mustache.  Intense grey eyes look down at her an he's wearing a leathery vest festoned with pockets, no shirt, and dark brown pants with boots that are laced up to his knees. "Your head? Hurt?" He asks her, the english lessons of his youth coming back to him the more he dregged it up.