"Okay, what's the plan here, then?" Jimmy asked, "You think they died in the High Grasslands, but what if they didn't? I'd love to take you guys home, but no offense, I'd rather look for the young hunters today. We spent all night looking for them."
Furthermore, he added, "I don't want to step on your toes, but have you looked for the young hunters in the High Grasslands, or have you holed up here since yesterday?"
Another one of the survivors, a thirty-three year old woman then budded in. She was offended, and started speaking out of order. She wasn't as reverent towards a young man, from the looks of it. To her, Jimmy seemed like a baby spouting out orders.
"How dare you question our bravery, our worth!?" She exclaimed, "If the younglings died, then so be it! It's not our fault! Get us home, right now, because some of us have our children to tend to, you rock humper!"
"Rock humper?" He chuckled. "That's a new one. Pretty funny."
