((Craizen: Not full, exactly, but Im not accepting anybody at the moment, so Id hold off on posting a bio.))
Sprite glanced at each of his companions silently, every bit as uncertain as any of them, absentmindedly rubbing at the back of his neck. Several times, he opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed it again each time, apparently unsure of what to say.
We cant plan, is the problem, he said, eventually, once again looking at the others. If we stay in one place, it might be dangerous. If we move around, it might be dangerous. I mean, maybe its just me, but when Im attacked by broken windows, I begin to lose my sense of security