Wheeling Gull Isle maybe when the coast is clear

Komodo was thoroughly annoyed by the boy’s comment, do I know you?, because yes, they did indeed know each other. Was the boy daft? Komodo had been in the healing business for longer than he cared to remember, and had cared for far worse than this, as he was a rather empathetic man at his heart of hearts — but there something about the young wastrel, who skittered about so wide-eyed and guileless, that continued to irk him. But the earthstalker’s visage did not change and remained placid, as smooth as a lake on a windless day. Instead, he simply ignored the younger thing, and did not deign to respond to such an inane question.

At the same time, or perhaps directly right after, the banded girl moved between he and Coelacanth, which simultaneously soured his mood and inspired gratitude within him; but the more annoyed he was, the more stoic he became. He was essentially an obelisk as the Aralez commenced with introductions and then pawned their guests off on him to accomplish his duties as Vedmak. 

Of course he would, and he would do it with a smile and be generally convivial and concordant — but he would not be doing it with the forgetful Tauhou at his side. Komodo lifted his gilded gaze and beckoned the group forward as Seelie provided physical encouragement. “Yeah,” he corroborated, assuming further responsibility of this meeting. “I kin give y'all the gran’ tour.” He took a step forward towards the island’s heart, but then reeled back half a step and passed Driftwood a sidelong glance. “Yew… kin yah make sure the caches ar’ full?” he orchestrated, hopefully harmlessly discarding him for bit.