He listened attentively, tilting his head towards Alastor as he did. Dragons... and nightmare energy. And giant sandworms? ... The sandworms reminded him of something, but he could't recall what. He'd think about it later. He had no reason to go to hot springs, but -

<Shapeshifters? Like how? And how big is the Wasteland? Nightmare energy versus positive dreamotion... I guess you're trading with them now?>

It should be 'we', but he... wasn't ready to call himself part of the community yet. Not when he had so many secrets he had to keep. Not when he was still unsure of what was going on. And not while he still had the whole thing with Rachel keeping something from him.