Through the sea of sand (Open)

[The Kid]

Kid lights up the cigar, having to hold the beast in his entire hand. Took one puff from it and realised how much he missed the air from the cauldron. Well, atleast this was not so hot it stuck to the lungs. He coughed a bit into his arm, then took another puff. It was a bit smoother, head was still spinning a bit. So he decided to take it nice and slow, it was hot as all hell out here anyway.

The kid looks over to Erik. "That's erm... Yeah that's fine if you need to go." Gods, to think he'd have a normal life just being here.... Well, no actually. He realized. A normal life does not constitute living in one of eight places where time bends and shudders randomly, where he would have to put his only skills to work defending or quite probably hurting people for those he had never met or cared about. He needed to get out, but at the moment.

"Alex?" He say's, looking over to the much taller man who towers over him. "It's gunna be rough trying to find my way to a town here.... I don;t exactly have anyone to help me get there or guide the way.... Could you stick with me until then?" Kid felt vulnerable, alone. Even the last two people he had left in his world were gone. Sure he could bring them back, but that could be a terrible idea. He tried to keep his desperation out of his voice. But the Kid could only keep up that front so much.