"I mean, if having your first weapon in hand at ten is precocious, then yes. But I probably would have had one by fourteen if I hadn't been there," Nida shrugs. Mostly because his parents had been rebels, but he wasn't sharing that. As for the rest... boy he wishes he had a... Wait, he does have a way to draw. He pulls out his small journal and soon has sketched out a rough, black and white image of a grat, including a person shape for reference. Which of course means it was nearly five foot tall without the tentacles. Give foot tall, walking, attacking, angry looking mutated pitcher plants crossed with venus fly traps all at the same time.

"Poisonous, and plant like. Trexsaurs are one of the few things that will eat the stuff, and so we keep some because they breed like weeds. Which is fitting, as they are plant-monsters. So yeah, stay away from them. Especially as they like to spit digestive juices at you. Things are a pest."