[Okay. He'll give you some of that logic, even if it all sounds outdated to him. Scratching at his neck he frowned, looking around where they stood.]

So... dojo, huh. Explains the cutlery. So I take it you live on an... island. In one of your blue oceans. I live on main land in the Zones. You've got pirates. I got Draculoids. For some reason none of these puzzle pieces match together.