Chapter 8: The Importance of a Healer
Elmo sighed. His enthusiasm for this endeavor had left him quite a while ago. Although, he had to admit to himself that he really hadn't had much to bgein with. Maybe he would have had more if he'd actually agreed to doing this.
However, he did feel an excitement that he hadn't felt before. Maybe it was the fact that he was doing something with other people or the fact that he was doing something outside of his home, but he felt rather invigorated.
Though, he also hadn't really found his place in the group. He just couldn't help but feel like he was holding them back or something. However, when Jonas informed them about what was in the room ahead of them, Elmo felt like he should do something.
"Would it be alright if I looked?" Elmo asked. "I though maybe that I could use my 'view stats' to see if we can learn anything about these creatures."
"That's actually not a bad idea," Jonas said, after a moment of thought, smiling at Elmo.
Another thing he really didn't like about Jonas is how just the simplest comment like that made his mind go hazy. Almost like his body was betraying him and keeping him from being who he knew he was.
"Okay, we'll be right behind you in case they spot you," Kim replied, "We can't be sure if just looking might put you in harms way."
Elmo moved to the front of the group and peered around the turn in the hall, being as careful as he could to keep whatever there was ahead of them from seeing him. He could feel the sweat trickling down his back, face, and neck. He hadn't realized he was so nervous until he was doing this.
The first creature he saw was one of the lizard-kids. Its back was to him, so he knew it wouldn't see him if he didn't make enough noise to attract its attention. It was maybe ten feet away from him. Far too close for his comfort, but there was no backing out of what he'd suggested to do himself.
"View stats," he whispered, afraid to even make that much noise.
A display apeared in front of him, but this one looked much different from when he viewed his own stats or scanned Stanley's.