Isk'Karra cocked an eyebrow at her deduction, but did not deny it. Such little cautions had served him well in the past, and he certainly wasn't one to ignore such results. Otherwise apparently unfazed by her introduction, he nodded and gave her a small smile, relaxing his stance slightly. "That I am, Mezolene Myndar... Though maybe only because I must be. Delicate Starscale are... few." An observant audience may have noticed a slight downward twitch of his otherwise friendly smile, or perhaps the barely perceptible flexing of his tendrils... However, it seemed quite obvious he wanted to change the subject at that point as he quickly continued on. "Anyway, the pleasure is mine. I am..."<br/><br/>The shaking began just then, drowning out the last word and causing him to look back over his shoulder, towards the loud, grinding sound of cracking stone. He watched silently as a man fell from the ceiling of the cave, then furrowed his brow. He certainly did not trust such events in the slightest, but he had no intention of ignoring it... But there was something he needed to do first... He psychically plucked a key ring from the slaver boss's corpse, and was about to turn to release the slaves when he stopped dead. He slipped back into his native tongue as he stared into the marshland. "Waes... waesom heth moeras...?"<br/><br/>He realized the man whom had fallen through the roof was adressing him, and shook himself slightly. Many strange things had happened over his years of wandering, but this was the first time the climate had changed so drastically and so quickly... Honestly, he wasn't even sure they were in the same place. Still, he could see the caravan as plain as day... plainer, even, without all the dust in the air. He took a breath and spoke, this time to the group in general... and in English. "May be... late to say so, but my name is Isk'Karra... And I must agree with Mezolene Myndar. Legends and tales are often based in truth, if not wholly so."<br/><br/>He paused, looking back into the marsh and up at the castle. "Still... I am not one to ignore fate nor coincidence, even should it lead me through the underworld." He stepped towards the caravan, tossing the keys to the few confused and frightened former slaves that had decided to remain, giving them a psychic nudge to accelerate and encourage their growing want to leave this place. "I will go as well, certainly... Though I will hope that curiosity does not prove our downfall."