Nero pointed to the third eye crowning his forehead. He did not even think to pretend to be terrified of the giant before him. If this was anywhere the Warrior of Light had been–and if the damn thing sought not to attack him but to speak, then far be it from him to not merely act in kind.
“‘Tis an occular organ,” he said proudly, “I know not this ‘him’ of which you speak, but it provides us Garleans with enhanced perception and spatial awareness. All us Garleans–and those of at least one-half Garlean parentage–develop one. I’ve noticed that this… realm, is considerably lacking in the… Garlean department, or at least the equivalent of what would be Garleans on the First…”
A troubling notion, to be landed in a world in which you and your people did not exist.
“Erm, but I would speak of other things–such as yourself, my gargantuan friend. Who might you be? You can call me Nero.”
“Ah, curious.” The other mused with a soft chuckle, the echoing sound rumbling like a distant roll of thunder.
“Quite fascinating indeed. Garleans...” The masked ancient echoed the name in musing. He’d never heard of such a race though from what he could pick up from the young mans soul, he assumed they were a people from his own world, his own Star. It was quite obvious this youngster wasn’t from here.
“You stand upon a world much different than your own, I fear not everything is the same as it is in your realm. Perhaps your people simply do not exist. Paths, timelines, they never seem to cross the way one suspects.” The elder explained with a little wiggle of his index finger.
“Hmm, and for I young man? I’m nothing but a ghost really, tis a shade, long lost an forever observing, nothing more and nothing less, I assure you. Nay, I mean you no harm, simply curious is I. As for a name? Well I suppose you may call me Hythlodaeus. I’m an ancient Soulseer of eld. I believe your people call us Ascians, yes?”
