Blackwater Islands cause everything's changing and i don't know shit about shit

Tulok had spent much of his time trying to find a place for the thaumaturges to train. Today had been no different, and he was on his way from one side if the island to the other when he found The Listener. 

She brought a pitiful looking man with her. A stranger he didn't know. Confusion flicked across his face as she called to him. 

And then a vicious grin spread slowly across his face. She had brought him a gift. The speaker's gaze met hers briefly before she turned and left the soaking man with him. 

The demon finally looked upon the acolyte. Fear was present in the man's eyes; that was good. Fear would keep him here while he was awakened—fear and the fact that it would be hard for him to find the way off the island. 

What is your name and how did you find us? The speaker asked. He watched the acolyte's expression closely for clues.