Son looks past them to try and judge the light before saying,

"Unless I've been asleep longer than it feels like...maybe half a day?"

Taking a seat on the ground, and away from the torch, he continues,

"No one remembers anything? How many are you? Do you know how you got here?"

"We are pretty sure we were in a shipwreck." A gnome says from the rear of the group as her eyes finally get adjusted to the lighting. 

Looking from the "son" to the "father", Ember tries to find some sort of resemblance between them. "Are you sure he's your son? You two surely don't look very much like each other." 

Son shrugs.

"He is the only one with a memory longer than a day and he's taken care of me."

He gestures at the bandages.

"So maybe he is my dad?"

To his 'father',

"Father, did I have anything with me when you found me?"

"That is about the time we awoke too.  There are 6 of us, though we found enough equipment among the wreckage we awoke by to account for more.  I'm not sure if any of it was yours, but I'm willing to bet that cloak was."

Mark will point to the cloak that Fark (Fake Mark....no?) has draped over his too small shoulders.

"Hmmm? Yes, this robe you let me borrow. And that chunk of wood I dug out of your side, but I didn't think you wanted to keep that."

"The robe suits you and we should burn that wood."

He rubs his side and asks the newcomers,

"Seems like I was probably on the same boat at least. Did you find anything about my size?" He looks between the gnome and giantkin, "Somewhere between the two of you?"

Before they can answer he asks,

"And what should I call you?"

"You can call me Ember as that is what I'm calling myself. There are many other armor and weapons options at the stash. It is back a ways on the beach, but I'm sure we could take you there." 

Father nods and pulls out a  two foot long broken spar covered in crusted blood from his wood pile and tosses it onto the fire,  before going about harvesting some mushrooms and cutting them up for the stew.

Blue chuckles.

"You can call me Blue.  Thought it was appropriate."

"Nice to meet both of you. I feel I should be well enough to follow you a bit later today."

Looking at the newcomers injuries he says, "But it looks as if you've had a rough go since arriving and need a break? Or did you wake up injured as I did?"

He inspects their injuries for severity and source.

Medicine (severity):12

Nature? (source):1

((Got to get caught up on the rolls to learn about myself!))

They are certainly a bit banged up, various scratches and bruises. They probably got attacked by chunks of wood too.

Father ladles out some stew into assorted bowls and shells, "Eat up!", he says with a beaming smile.

"After lunch you guys should probably go drink from the Pool of Not Forgetting Stuff, if you want to wake up tomorrow remembering today.", says casually, filling a pitcher with water and topping off anyone who needs it.

Big'Un will not partake in the meal since it has not been that long since the breakfast of crab, He will say: "As of late i have been going by Big'Un."  He will ask the father: "How long have you been on this island? By the looks at your fine home...you have had some time to set it up." 

insight check his answer(no mod): 6

Son takes the soup then stops and asks,

"The pool of not forgetting stuff? Is that nearby?"

To the others,

"Did you know about this?"

"It stopped seeming important... I'm here now, and now sure where I came from, so maybe I've always been here?", he says when a contemplative frown.

He smiles at Son. "I told you all about it earlier... Oh, that's right, you were sleeping. It's a couple hours from here, so you ought not dawdle too much."

Mark shakes his head at Son, and politely declines the food.  He then takes one of the jerky sticks from his pouch and eats that.

"I believe we know about as much as you do. Considering you wear the same colors as us, I'm going to assume that you belong to whatever mission our original group was on.  If you'd like to join us, I'd welcome you."

He turns back to the loon:

"Please elaborate on this pool.  Where is it?  How far from here?  What sort of difficulties should we expect getting to it?  Does it only keep you from forgetting, or does it help one remember?"

"What mission?"

He drinks his soup. Gotta be better than the grub appetizer.

He listens to Father's response.

((How hurt is Son still?))

"Bout two hours that way.", he helpfully points towards a cave wall, but it would be inland.

"Gotta look out for things that want to eat you... or be eaten by you, so stay on your toes. If you don't, you'll wake to tomorrow like you woke to today."

((Son is still sore, but without taking off bandages, hard to assess injuries. Feel like a two hour hike there and two hours back would be doable. (Expended all HD, but near full HP.)))

Son rubs his snout and sighs tiredly,

"Maybe someone can take me to the gear you found so I'm not walking there in my boxers?

He looks hopefully between his new found old companions.

"You clothes are in the bedroom, Son."

He looks thoughtful.

"I suppose you might need to drink from the Pool of Not Forgetting Stuff this time too. Last time you couldn't talk, and it never seemed to matter much, but maybe this time is different."

(OOC: Is this being considered a short rest?)

"It took us some time to get from there to here, and if it's another couple hours to get to this pool I'm not sure if we have time.  I'm going to make an assumption it would be best to be back before dark.  What does everyone else think?"  Mark looks back to his group for their opinions.