[ Quentin takes the tease well, which by Riku's standards means he doesn't fuss too much, keeps it light. At the offer of a hand to shake, he grasps it; in the absence of his gloves, Riku's palm and parts of his fingers are roughened by years of swinging around a keyblade, grip strong. ]

I came in on the first ferry. Since the last reset.

[ He's had more time to get the lay of the land than some of the newer people, and if he hangs around long enough, might discover that he's been bit by that bug called wanderlust. If there's a new place to see? He's probably all in to see it. ]

No sweat. If you're having trouble with the dark, try asking Rastus if you can borrow a torch from the bonfire.