"Well. It is a charming color." Almost as dry, and he pauses to drink. Now that he's stationary, he's feeling the exhaustion a little more, realizes how worn out and hungry and thristy he is. Ah! He should not have let himself pause!

"Difficult to say. I am trying to do more evacuating than fighting, but the horde is quite numerous. It cannot be helped. It is... It is difficult to know where they are coming from, impossible to know how many they are, and that is to not mention the monstrosity. It does not bode well. Not that it ever did."