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Darnell: *looks around . . . you know, that little demon dog thing probably didn't take him /too/ far...finally huffs a soft sigh* Might not be a bad idea. Again, if I'd not be imposing. I'm Darnell, by the way. *starts to offer his hand the way he's used to, but then corrects himself*

*They...apparently don't know about the clasp, though One will awkwardly accept Darnell's hand.* 

One: Ah, Helaren, sir.

Two: Fornel, sir.

Three: Talim, sir...

Helaren: *will.... hesitate a moment then crouch to try again to start a fire.*

Darnell: Oh...ah...sorry, I thought this was the proper grasp among j'har...?

Helaren: *shrugs* I...didn't know there was one, sir.

Darnell: Oh...well...I've, encountered a few others who prefer to shake hands this way - *shows with his own hands* - and yesterday, I was finally told it was because j'har have had masters and slavers shake hands over them like this - *shows them* - so many times that they can't see it as a positive thing anymore. And I can't say I blame them. So they came up with something else they /can/ feel good about. *shows the 'j'har' handshake again*.....maybe it's not a universal thing yet? I think it's a good idea, though.

Fornel: Ah...we've all been...rather sheltered. Sir. *looks at Helaren still trying to start a fire...*

Helaren: *starting to look frustrated with his failed attempts.* 

Darnell: Please...not sir. Just Darnell. I'm no one special. Especially here.

Fornel: *glances at Darnell, really? He... finally moves to Helaren* Let me try. *figures they can all keep trying until one of them gets it...*

Helaren: *huffs, and passes off the flint and steel to Fornel.* 

Talim: *just kind of *watching Darnell, he seems...intrigued by him*

Darnell: *watching Fornel, wishing he could help*

*It'll...take a couple minutes, but Fornel will manage to get a fire going. When he does he actually lets out a soft whoop of triumph before getting the  pot over the fire to start cooking.*

Darnell: *just as excited!* Fornel, good job!

Fornel: *blushes* Thank you.  

Darnell: Is there anything I can help with?

Fornel: No, it's all right. Talim, get our bowls.

Talim: Right. *will start to get up*

Helaren: I've got them, Talim. *he'll go for the tent before Talim can get up.*

Darnell: .......can I help at least dish up? I mean... *wants to help*

Fornel: Ah... sure. *seems fine with that.*

Darnell: *good, will do what he can*

Talim: *He’s been /studying/ Darnell, and finally... he has to ask* Wh-what happened to your chest? *where Darnell was clawed.*