Two Rivers Isle fan mail from 27 million

The dawn of a new day. The first of what would likely be many in Two Rivers Isle. 
A quiet night had shifted to a quiet morning, and then an even more quiet afternoon. Nothing but him and his own thoughts that rattle around in the chasms of a swollen mind. Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety; 
And so he'd found himself in need of a well-deserved morning dip in one of the waterways. Surely that would snap him out of it. 
And all was fine, all was peaceful. Submerged almost halfway into the waterwell, a refreshing cool against the late June heat that blistered his back, tongue lapping at the surface and eyes locked on the ripples it created. 

And that was exactly the moment he was approached by what must have been an otherworldly beast. 
Except he doesn't say that; doesn't say much of anything, just blinks at the giant orange mass of wrinkles and says, S'cuse me?