He nodded at her mention of her name preference. The answer that followed, however, caused his hand to stop. His faintly glowing eyes turned to study her, brow furrowed in concern.<br/><br/>"Yae dinnae remember..." He waved his hand absently. "Yae've nae need tae apologize, Lilith." Studying her once more, expression thoughtful as he scratched at his lower jaw.<br/><br/>"Well, I dinnae see any signs of trauma tae yaer pretty li'l 'ead, so let's rule tha' out. Even if it was some time ago, there'd be...well, somethin'. So per'aps somethin' yae drank..." He let his gaze wander, along with his thoughts.<br/><br/>"May not look et, but I'm also rather well-versed with 'erbs an' various concoctions one can brew from 'em. An' there're a few that'll cause such an ailment..." He trailed off as his eyes fell on one of the more curious and mystifying features of Darkmoon Isle. After a few moments of watching, he slowly turned back to Lilith, something he'd heard in passing at a tavern pushing its way to the surface of his thoughts.<br/><br/>"Wot d'yae know about th' fog?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>