Now Viktor finally has the chance to look at the man properly, maybe more so register what seems a faint glow from his one damaged eye. Or at least he assumes its damage, with the scars around it, but for all he knows this man is from a world of demons and creatures. Maybe he's one of them. The octopus- omen- is curious though not particularly odd.

"No idea. Not a beast, I don't believe. I've never seen a beast with such eh... effects, if so." The intense level of sway it had on the mind, for example. No, probably not a beast proper. That was worrying, though hopefully temporary. "Sometimes the new month brings oddities along with new sleepers. That would be my best guess."

A stormy wind whistles through the cave so sharply he freezes, half expecting it a sound of the creature. But no, it only brings a chill, and with a soft sigh he finds a rock to sit upon, cane resting against his temple as he holds it to his side.