The man seems to take a moment to work his way up to words, his hands working like he should be holding something. His fingers are wrong, too long and spidery-thin, jointed oddly and bending in improper ways for fingers.

"H...he-hello. I am new to this island. I was told to come to town hall."

He sounds a little like a grade schooler reciting a script in a class play, face almost as red.