The vagabond slowly took a step forward to shake the sellswords hand. 
"That i understand. It is a place for thinking." He said quietly.
He then quickly and suddenly grabbed onto the mans shoulders, giving him a glowing stare that his star-like eyes were known to produce. He looked closely at the details in his face. He grunted a little, satisfied with whatever he was attempting. He began to walk off, lifting his hood back over his face. He stopped once more, still within earshot of Kareth.
"They say that relics are as tied to each other as they are to their masters. Many scholars in the north believe that Evokers are destined to cross paths." He turned back to give him an icy stare one more time.
"Do you believe that?"