[He leans back on his heels and thinks that over with a visible furrowing of his eyebrows. He closes his eyes unknowing that doing so shows just how worn around the edges he really is. It clears the dullness and the tension as he relaxes to pull up memories of things he's seen.

With his eyes still closed he shakes his head.] Nothing like this on other islands. Especially the fire damage. But I agree,

[The tension is back and he opens his eyes, the deep violet of them fixed on the fire damage ahead of him.]

I think some kind of war happened here. Or at least a fight.