Fret not, they're doing just fine keeping up. If anything, once they're away from the town and on a dirt track, Greyjay seems to settle a little. This feels right. Walking into the woods, into the unknown, wearing a pack, and the occasionally flutter of eager nervousness makes them smile.

"Not too too sure just yet. Around, I think? All kindsa places?" It's blurry, and they're not entirely sure if it's the mental fog of this place or something else. "I traveled. A lot. With a group. Gallowsbait. We're the Gallowsbait."

"Still am, I suppose, even if the rest ain't here."

"What's Ban-Ur look like? Kinda people that live there? Humans, yeah?"