"Wellll..." Molly drawls, an impressive amount of tiredness seemingly falling on him. Man, they're gone through way too much, haven't they?

"There was the time we all turned on each other in teams and tried to kill each other for no reason," he starts, counting on his fingers. "The time we had to face our worst fears, or we died horribly. Or our worst vices! That was a good one, too." His tail starts flicking like an agitated cat's as he keeps going.

"Can't forget all the times we've fought horrible beasts, or when we were trapped inside a volcano. Oh, changing our personalities is a great one, nothing like suddenly becoming evil." He's... he's still going. Molly has run out of fingers. "Even the seemingly good ones come with caveats. Party? Better watch out for evil clowns. Soaking in a bathhouse? Forced to clean all of them until your fingers bleed."

That might have been just you, Molly.

"...and these extra islands that sometimes appear, they all come with their own dangers and monsters." He sighs again, brushing back the purple lock of hair that liked to hang down between his horns. "Any questions?"