"You're talking to the wrong Andarian if you want politeness, but whatever. I'm Dagger."

Now he knows why Crowley looked so familiar at least. They've met before, though something tells Jules it might have been a different Crowley.

"Generally? Trust nothing. Not the plants, not the animals, not the tiny little rock you kick out of your way with your big toe. I'd avoid the other islands too. Not that I'm going to say this one is safe or anything, but generally the things attempting to kill us here aren't on the same scale as the ones on the other islands that crop up."

Rules. Right. Because those exist. Not.

"There aren't any rules, except perhaps if this place or the storyteller or whoever is running the storyteller can screw you, they will."