"Now that we're all calm..." Graeme started. "I came down to the beach for a walk, but it seems my afternoon got much more interesting that just that. I was glad I was able to intervene." He shot a quick look at Drake. "It must be a strange sight to see all these hands moving at once. For that, I apologise. They move around on their own when I'm occupied. Don't worry, they won't cause you any harm. If they do, then I'll just step on them."
At that, the hands turned, palms facing Graeme. Some of them almost looked as if they were shaking with fear. They rubbed the sand nervously.  
"I came here from a land to the east, a vast desert, actually. I'm one of the few of my tribe members left alive - we were a nomadic people, but a giant creature of the desert consumed our caravan almost whole. I was guided by Rylai, my saviour, to civilisation and company once again. It was she that imbued me with these gifts."