[ Sam casts a grim glance around. Judging by the distance from the base camp, and the fact that the plan isn't really visible from the ground... yeah this is definitely not an easy find without knowing it's here already. ]

Too many.

[ The survivors are in rough shape. The fact that they've made it for so long... nothing to ease the pain of having to survive by trial and error. But at least they got some backup now. It's not that Sam thinks the hatchlings make everything smooth sailing or are qualified where the survivors aren't - they just bring unique skill sets and tech to the plate that can only be helpful. Or so he hopes. ]

England in the 1400s... alright, gotcha. That helps place it. Well, aside from the dragons of course. But yeah, I guess... people are people, no matter where you go. Whether it's a different country, time, world...

[ It's a bit depressing for the bad stuff - but honestly kinda uplifting, too. Sam does believe that people, by and large, are good. It's countries, governments, organizations, businesses, even religions, those that bring agendas and inflict them upon others, where things start getting messy. ]

Yo, that strength. You got to keep it?