Verity was a trained cryptozoologist. Observation was a part of how she survived. And, no, she wasn't about to buy the birthmark story, either. The triangles were too perfect and symmetrical to be something random as that.

But her guess was some kind of burn or maybe a brand, at least. Possibly a very weird tattoo? Cetainly not implanted weaponry, so that was...something?

"So, yeah, last night was possibly the craziest night I've had without drinking," Verity said with a laugh, giving his branded hand a quick shake. "We sure were some imaginative kids, huh?"

Was he gonna go for that?