He noticed, of course, the way his medallion would hum when she joined his party. There was an air about her, something familiar and yet at the same time something he couldn't properly name. The trip to the island, however, gave him time to examine her, to make a decision. Harmless, he ruled, from first glance though it would be wise to keep an eye on her during this adventure. Whatever power she harbored, it may not be one she can control.

Cat-like eyes glance at the path behind them, before falling on the young woman beside him. She is smart, at least, recognizing the security of sticking close to someone as armed as he. His gaze moves back to the island in front of them, the wooden hut some ways ahead and the trees that laid in their way. The dolls shift, sway, with each passing of the breeze and he breathes in.

"Because people are cruel." Whispers catch his hearing, slowing his steps. Things would be easier if he had Kiera's lamp, he could maybe figure out how they were bound. "Whoever did this may have wanted to curse the person who lived here."