Several instincts pulled at his consciousness in different directions.  He tilted his head to one side and considered the man yet again.  At the moment, he seemed to want to keep his identity secret.  He owned a powerful weapon, yet was on less-traveled paths and seemingly scouting for... something... in the middle of nowhere.  "It would appear that you have found me...  Though, if you're looking for someone to save any reasonably large piece of the world, I do wonder whether you have found someone with sufficient... pull... for the task..."  Zeraer pocketed the coin and straightened up.  It all seemed a bit hard to believe, but then again, he was lead here by several different omens, and so... he had to stay and hear this man out.