Nurthan had watched Jamil's face carefully as he spoke, giving the other man a slightly puzzled look as he finished. Instead speaking, though, he took the pendant on his neck in hand, causing the gems to flicker with light  before he released it. The baritone voice spoke again after a moment, with a slightly chagrinned tone.<br/><br/>"You are surely wrong, but proving such will have to wait until we find it. But introductions are definitely in order. I am Hermenos, and alongside my enchantments of protection, I am gifted with the knowledge of and the ability to speak a great many languages mortal and immortal. One cannot negotiate peacefully without a common tongue, and I provide such from Aquan to Urkrudan. He who now wears me calls himself Nurthan the Penitent, a sage and a healer of immeasureable talent. Together, we seek to write the wrongs of the dark Titans and their worshippers, so that the gods might be moved by pity towards Golthain and free him from the bonds he has unjustly been shackled with."