Alathorn chuckled as he paused to look at her. "We'll be safe, for the most part," he said. "The creatures here know who I am and know that I can defend myself, if I need to. Anyway, we had best be getting to the main camp before sunset." He continued to walk, listening to what she said about where she came from. He sighed and nodded in understanding.<br/><br/>"It was like that for me, too," he said. "Until I was stranded on this island, I didn't know anything about special powers. But, when I landed on the island and encountered many of the creatures here I realized that powers aren't just things of myth. They could, quite possibly, be real. I didn't expect to have any of these powers, myself, but I figured there had to be some." He looked up a bit as he remembered something. "Of course, there was that time that I walked through hell... Maybe that part was just a dream but, who knows? It could have been real. Either way, when I was walking through hell, all I had to do was walk and, in about a two yard radius around me, the lava would cool and harden into rock that was solid enough to walk on safely. Like I said, though, it could have just been a dream."