Leen believes himself to have been part of a scouting group, venturing from a different colony accompanied by a handful of others, though he has no idea how many nor whom may have been lost along the way.
He believes that through collaboration and weeks of darting from cave to cave to avoid the flaying mists, they made it this far, though such extensive travel throughout the mists had taken their toll on their minds.
Amnesia was the toll he and those found amongst him paid for weeks of exposure.. And while he doesnt quite remember where he came from, why he did nor how they managed thus far, his hazy memories share lingering sense of comradery and familiarity with those found alongside him.
In the kitchen lay a lone spoon, riddled with deep inlaid tooth marks.