Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160907082906/@comment-24572299-20161118094436

Rust listens to Coral answer his question with a impassive look on his face, taking in everything that she said and commiting it to memory. It was odd just how this town had just been wiped out overnight, and unlike other villages that went out in that manner the Grimm had nothing to do with it. A town that had been around for generations, wiped out the very water they drew their lively hood from. It's almost inconcievable that the tides would have wiped them out now and not much earlier.

When Coral mentions her mother though and how she had sent a letter by carrier pigeon, probably not even knowing how her day would in a pained expression crossed over Rust's face. After she throws the letter into the fire Rust reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder. A gesture of comfort while also respecting the pain that Coral was no doubt going through. A pain which no petty words could just make go away, especially not with the wound so fresh. He should know. After all if the situations were reversed no amount of words would make him consoleable either.

Although the carrier pigeon in of itself was a clue. After all, if the bird was sent yesterday and had arrived just this morning then the event that caused the village to be committed to it's watery grave could only have happened at most twelve or so hours ago. It also answered the question he had asked Moss of how long they had been camped out here. However he would need more before he could even begin to make any solid theories. For now he stayed quiet so that the others would be able to ask their questions as well.