[ He doesn't know what to expect. With such vague answers, Charley is looking around him for anything that resembles a clue as to what he's doing--he looks up (no, he wouldn't dare jump), he looks down, he looks behind him just to make sure. There's nothing. But then, the doors open, and there's a mass of moving blankets heading straight for him.
Blankets with Master wrapped inside them.
Charley quickly - why isn't he moving fast enough? - scrambles for the map to look at it, locate the nearest form of shelter that could possibly let them in without turning them away. He doesn't want a repeat of Master's carelessness ending up in a pile of sand and a very vulnerable bat; he doesn't have a coffin here. He meets him half way and grabs what he assumes is his elbow. ]
This is the worst idea you've ever had, Master! [ Not too much reprimanding. He's running now. With him in tow. ] Come on!
action!!!!!
Blankets with Master wrapped inside them.
Charley quickly - why isn't he moving fast enough? - scrambles for the map to look at it, locate the nearest form of shelter that could possibly let them in without turning them away. He doesn't want a repeat of Master's carelessness ending up in a pile of sand and a very vulnerable bat; he doesn't have a coffin here. He meets him half way and grabs what he assumes is his elbow. ]
This is the worst idea you've ever had, Master! [ Not too much reprimanding. He's running now. With him in tow. ] Come on!