"Could be!" calls Claude from his perch on a nearby piece of driftwood. He wrings out his cloak, watching the man with the pamphlets hurry off to the next castaway before turning back to Laios.

"There are definitely mermen around, and this seems to be a pretty eat-or-be-eaten place from what I can tell, but I don't know if anyone tries eating the monsters instead of the other way around. Or if the monsters try eating each other, I guess."

He stands up, ineffectually trying to dust some of the caked-on sand off of himself as he ambles over to the other man. "You don't seem too worried about that, though." If he didn't know better, he'd almost say the guy sounded sort of intrigued. Not that he's judging. This whole thing is too weird for him not to be curious, as morbid as it all is.