Grint, as it so happened, was just fat enough to not be able to squeeze into the narrow tunnel leading in from the shore. This was surprising, as one of his best traits was being a compact and efficient ball of carnage. Ranger and beast parted ways there, leaving Grint to prowl the coast for something to eat. Though he did not show it, Joachim was always nervous about being separated.

Carrying his walking staff, he came into the intersection where Sef sat. In his robe, ripped around the edges, he had an eery way of moving in the shadows of flickering firelight. "Hello again." He greeted. "I know who you are, now. I should've noticed sooner, but this place drove it home. You've got a very interesting animal friend."