Ranth was next up to the metaphorical chopping block as it were. He took a moment to adjust his coat before extending his hand for Darren to shake, offering the resort's owner a friendly--albeit slight--smile before passing the man his name.

"Ranth."

He paused for a moment. No more, no less. Despite having willingly suppressed a great deal of his powers, he still had a very keen sense when it came to the exact passage of time. It was something he'd unintentionally built up over the course of his wanderings throughout the surreal interspace of his home Verse - and to a lesser extent the Outside.

"Out of curiosity, what's the food like around here?"