Well, luckily or unluckily for Foster, this was a skeleton until the Storyteller saw so fit. His ears do have a subtle point- a little elven blood in there from god knows where- but right now Kravitz is mostly just staring him down, following his line of sight not to him, but his weapon. What is he planning here? He's not some of the native fauna here, is he? Part of Kravitz wished he explored a little more of this place.

When their eyes finally connect, he snaps back into it, straightening his posture somewhat.

"I was-- I was simply trying to get as many people off this place as possible. It's very dangerous. Perhaps less so now that the local god isn't running around kidnapping people, but the ground falling into the sea isn't much better." He holds out a hand towards him. "Do you need help getting somewhere else?"