"Yup!" he pops the P- trying to make it a lighter subject than it actually is. "In the old place, every October some people got turned into monsters. Uh- big rage-filled ones? Someone I knew turned into a dragon and ate it."

The lost leg is much more complicated than that, but he doesn't delve into the extra layer of weirdness to it just yet. That is not a first meeting conversation.

He starts scanning the beach, before making a happy noise, leading them over to a good, solid hunk of driftwood. He leans down to pick it up, testing his weight on it a little before letting go of Luca completely.

"Hey! This'll do nicely!"