By this point Ashva was starting to wonder how this creature was still alive. Nothing about him inspired confidence, and he was beginning to reconsider coming out of the pond. He was slightly relieved to spot someone else and sidled over.
"You are Mr Owen?" Ashva asked, hopefully. "I am told this is yours?" He offered the ball. "Your servant is very..." He turned to look at Barn, "...loud. I am lost, you will give me directions?"
He waited carefully to see this stranger's response, unsure of what to make of someone with such a noisy follower, and aware still of the fact the man still was armed with a metal club.