Voice

[Namur knows people are coming. He's waiting to hear yelling or something. A caw... well, that'll work too. Honestly he shouldn't be too hard to spot- considering his penchant for bright colored shirts and the fact that his skin is blue, he probably sticks out against the tawny oranges and browns of the floating island's rock face. He's fallen quite a ways in his attempts to gain ground, the only real progress having been made is sideways. He's not under the gushing waterfall, at least. But he can't really yell anymore, either, his voice barely carrying to the journal stuffed in his belt. But he tries anyway.]

Over here! There's a... [He's about to say biggerish rock but that's not gonna be very useful to anyone but himself.]

Shit. Abeam the waterfall, starboard if the fall's yer prow!

[He means to say facing the island, look left.]