[Feliciano tilts his head to the side, momentarily distracted from his worries.] Hunt...? Are you a hunter? What do you hunt? I wouldn't mind some nice fresh venison for dinner but I don't know if there's anything good in the woods. I haven't heard about anyone hunting there.

[Oh wait, there had been other questions. Questions about Scorponok again. He blows up his cheeks in agitation, more frustrated with his own inability to be more useful than the metal man's persistence. He likes being helpful to newcomers.]

I don't know how Scorponok got away. People just... disappear. [He waves his arms around wildly.] They go missing and sometimes they're gone for good and all their things are gone, too. Sometimes they are in the dungeons and they return hurt and scared or they return after a week and they say they were home for a year... I don't know. [He sighs sadly.] You should talk to Vash. He has studied these things. I would rather not know anything about it, it's scary.