The intimation lurking in the back of his head, dismissed when more immediate concerns had made themselves apparent, roared back to the surface in vindication. There
had been a pattern between the doors, and the results Lysyris had reported. They did not, as much as the myriad origins of himself and his acquaintances had implied, lead to different worlds - only different locations on the same one.
The sealed forest was too distinct to be anything else. And if the field was the one that bordered the farmlands off to the east... This would warrant sharing once he was done here.
Srax eyes the crabs for a few moments. He doesn't know how to prepare crab, but one of the others might. He just needs something to carry them with.
The kobold returns to the campsite, reporting in as he empties out his pack.
"Looks like the doors lead to different parts of this world rather than different worlds altogether. Wasn't sure, given we're all from somewhere else. It'd be worth scouting out that field door at some point. Could be the one near farmland. Be right back."
Srax returns to the beach, empty pack and a random branch at the ready, and starts trying to catch the crabs.
(OOC: Assume Srax tries to corral, prod, and toss crabs into the empty pack before moving on to fishing. I'll roll Survival twice - one for crabbing, one for fishing? Hedge my bets.)