The elder blinked at the sudden change of attitude, straightening as he saw his ability seemed to have given him the leverage he needed to get them all out of here.
"Well, good sir-" he was cut off mid-speech.
"Stop calling me that, it's unnerving, just call me Uriel," he clarified with a wave of his hand.
The elder nodded, and continued, "Well, the thing is, my ability feeds off the earthen force concentrated in sand granules, without enough of them I won't be able to go far."
Uriel gave a slow nod, the more sand the man could access the farther he could go, hence why he asked to be taken to the shore.
Over there he probably could access enough particles to get them out of this place, maybe not directly to the USA, but if they could get to Pangea, at least 80% of their current problems would be solved.
"How far do you estimate you can get with what we have here?" Uriel asked again, his tone loosening, somehow this elder had gone from suspect to likeable.
