[Barry. Barry. How dare you make him laugh at wordplay so horrible, goodness lawd.

That said, however, that does, in fact, seem to be a baby balverine - in an incredibly simplistic-looking, bigheaded sort of way. To be fair, he's never been one for children and is of the general opinion that they all look vaguely like malformed little monsters that probably crawled out of a swamp somewhere, so it's entirely possible that Barry's balverine-thing is normal and not...ah, deficient - but given everyone's luck in this world so far, he isn't going to get his hopes up.]

While I can't say anything for the overlarge goldfish, hopefully the balverine will at least do something interesting - whether they're locals or not, the people in this place seem rather content to try to destroy each other in the most spectacular ways possible.

[That statement is accompanied with an incredibly dismissive handwave, though - really, if the people here want to kill themselves off, they're more than welcome to do it.]

Although I suppose that's just what happens when you give everyone creatures that apparently have some command over spells and the like.