...Fortunately they won't have to test what the little (magic enhanced) gun from the little man can do to something the size of Stone. If he were the type to admit it aloud, Vincent would be greatly relieved that the massive 'dragon' takes on the form of a man. Elderly, with wings, but that's no different than some of the others he's met since his arrival in Revan.

And who is he to speak of someone else having the power of metamorphosis, setting aside they're all becoming yet another monster?

He lowers his weapon and his expression eases. Though he remains watchful while Stone looks over his shoulder to the black wings that didn't disappear, by the time he might think to look back the weapon is holstered.

"You must be one of the 'Drifters'." Not one of the storm monsters. Or would that be fiends? "...Sorry." While Vincent doesn't sound reluctant, the apology hardly changes the pitch of his tone any.

Well, he is sincere inasfar as acknowledging he'd been wrong about Stone's identity was concerned. He's not sorry at all for being cautious.

"What's not supposed to happen?"