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Crowley:
The cloths seems recent, from after the war.

"No, I'm not talking about the germans, I'm talking about the others, the weirdos. Look, do you have anything that I can eat that as been cooked? I have only been eating raw meat for some time, and I really want to eat something different."

"The name's Harry Smith," says Harry, lowering his revolver. "We haven't run into these weirdos yet, but we'd appreciate anything you can tell us about them. We don't have any cooked food on us, but we can get a fire going. Hope you like pemmican."

Malone does not lower his revolver, 'Too long in the jungle Crowley, and the Lord doesn't mind, he has bigger things to worry about.'

Alex is perturbed by this man appearing in the frozen wastes of Antarctica. 'I will ask you again sir, who are you? What are you doing wandering about in the freezing tunnels, how did you get here? And how have you survived?' He doesn't articulate out loud but Alex is worried about exactly what kind of 'uncooked meat' this man has been chewing on.

"Is there some reason you haven't gone into the warmth?" Butch says to the man. "Do you know why a man would rather freeze to death than start a fire?"

"Don't make a fire, it will bring the others here!"- he says in panic. Then:
"Well, after spending all this time eating raw fish and penguins, it's not so bad. My name is Olaf, I came to America with 3 years old, with my family from Norway and I was raised in Boston; my father was a fisherman and I followed his steps. Latter I joined a whaler. Well, in the last expeditioon, the weather was very hot. So we had to travell to the south at a much bigger distances than the usual. And suddenly we found that the much of the ice of the coast of Antarctica had melted and there was actually a river. My captain said it was an unique oportunity and we sailed to the interior of the continent. But he started to act more and more strange, like if he was actually knowing where we were going; the crew was getting unrestead by this time. We finally arrived at this ruins. The captain said this place would be full of treasures and convince us to go. There was an entrance big enouth to allow the ship to enter and we did; We docked in a lake inside the city and the captain left with most of the crew to explore it. We waited for several days and we were starting to think to leave this place when we finally saw them. Most of us left the boat to join them, but I notice that something was wrong even if I couldn't understand what exactly. Well, they attacked our companions and captured them. We were just 3 in the ship and we try to resist but we were unable; I jumped to the waters when I saw my last friend being captured. I managed to escape and have been living in this tunnels since. I saw some days ago a group of americans and another of germans. They were discussing and were angry, but I don't know what they were talking about. Suddenly my former companions appeared and both groups started to shoot themselves; When they understood the mistake part was dead and still suspicious so they run to diferent tunnels. So the weirdos captured the people that was wounded and I escaped too. Now the food please?"

Crowley:

Crowley searches his pockets for some rations to share.

"So, there are three groups? Americans, Germans and your former shipmates, who are now acting strangely. Is that right? And the Americans and Germans seemed to be cooperating? At least for a while."

OOC:   Does Crowley remember anything about a Boston whaler going missing three years earlier?

"What did the weirdos look like?" asks Harry.

Alex narrows his eyes and glares at the man. Something about this story sounds off.

Alex Psychology 70%,[dice]0[/dice]

OOC:   Damn it!

"Okay, we won't start a fire." Butch will fish around in his pack for some beef jerky and will hand the man some. "How were you able to dry off and not freeze to death without a fire when you jumped in the water?"

You all see his eyes shine when he sees the beef. He is eating with his eyes closed with a big smile, like if it was the best meal in the world. Then he answers.

"I almost did, with a cold. But latter I returned to the ship, to see if they were still there. Well, they weren't. They had rob the weapons and fuel, but had left cloths. I changed my cloths, make a nice warm fire to get warm, and then I heard some noise: a group of them had appeared and entered the ship, I managed to escape without getting weat, because they aren't very inteligent and didn't leave guards at the exit of the ship. Anyway, in another place I decide to make a fire and watch from some distance and they appeared some time latter. Don't ask me how they do that."

"They must be able to sense heat somehow," says Harry.

Crowley:

Crowley grunts at this unpleasant description. "Rabid lepers. Wonderful."

"Do you know where the three groups are? Particularly the American party who arrived very recently."

"I don't know about the americans. I only know where one of the germans is, but the kid is half crazy, he shoots everything on sight,"

"Then it's best we avoid him, if we can," says Harry. "Where is he, so we know where not to go?"

"It is in a hall that gives acess to a tunnel that everyone wanted to explore. That's why they started to figth, each group wanted to get there first."

'This German, he's a bit crazy but not one of the weirdos? Is that right? Perhaps we could talk to him, I speak a little German' says Alex.

"It won't be easy to get close enough without him opening fire," says Harry, "but we may have to go that way anyhow to get to what everyone wants to see."

Crowley:

"All in all, we might actually learn something from this lone Boche. And it sounds like the right path to follow."

"It's settled. Let's be off." Butch chimes in. Then looking at the Olaf, he continues, "So what are you going to do now?"