Wheeling Gull Isle crawl out of your cave

He wasn't familiar with their newest collection of faces. Although a long look at the tattered creature made him wonder if he needed to be friendly with the face. How long would they last like that? Were they without a healer on the island? A strong huff escaped him, brows knitting together firmly.

He was hesitant but he moved closer anyway at a slow pace. His posture was neutral for he had his doubts that this man might be able to strike him down with the condition he was in. Who are you? The question "and who do you know?" lingered on the tip of his tongue but he didn't ask. Not yet.