While spoken in perfect 'common' the strangers words seem foreign in their lack of context. "This is the one? I was expecting something a bit more." The scythe blade glimmered red as though in response. "No of course I'm not questioning." His voice becomes clearer as he speaks to Zaraer for the first time, but at the same time become less comprehendable. "Sorry, but you're going to die. Fairly soon too."