He sighs, shaking his head sadly.

"Unfortunately not just in Deerington, no. I'm trapped in someone else's body; a bit of a prisoner at the moment, much to my dismay." What? It's the honest truth. He's being held captive; that meddling kid and his mangy mutts, not letting him win fair and square. His voice is soft and sad and older than the oldest of ruins.

"... I wouldn't trouble yourself too much; I have to fight my battles on my own, anyway. I'd much rather hear about all of this. What it means."