[ Frankly, that’s not too far-fetched of a notion. There are plenty of native Hingans who have never heard of Miqo’te, and even with Luka’s fairly long stay in Kugane, some of the older folk still treated him as an oddity.

It’s just the way this guy demanded to know what he is, like he’s some thing that might hold some answers for him – answers that Luka is learning he does not have. That grimace shifts quickly to a confused frown, because he can’t explain how that’s possible. Sounds like magic, maybe, unless this fellow took a blow to the head and imagined the whole thing while he was adrift on the waves. He doesn’t seem to be terribly addled, though, apart from not knowing where he is or how he got there. ]

I’ve got no idea. I only saw you wash up on the beach, so if you're looking for how you got into the water, I can't help you there. As far as I know, there's no dragons around these parts, either.

[ A beat, punctuated by the flick of an ear and a second looking-over of the man before him. No, he’s not familiar at all. If he’d been around Kugane recently, Luka likes to think he’d remember someone as… ostentatious as this. ]

No clue who you are, neither. You got a name, or-?