[h3]Domhnall McRaith[/h3]
	The kindly fellow smiled widely as he alternated between looking at his companion and looking at him. Domhnall's own expression had meanwhile settled somewhere in the vicinity of puzzled, head tilted slightly to the right and one eyebrow furled. He was now looking intently at Olan.
	Granted, this black-eyes [i]had[/i] known what he and Iridiel were, so would it have been all that surprising to hear that he had also paid visit to the far west where they had originated from, and learned one of the dialects in the process? He had even known what [i]Claw[/i] was, and that was more than either of them could claim... For the matter, he knew nigh nothing of those black-eyes, either ... for all that he knew, they could live for thousands of years and remember everything they ever went through. Like dragons or some such manner of creature. Éireannach themselves could live for a few centuries, yet significant numbers of their Highland variety looked barely any different from humans, blue blood left aside.
	[i]“I can speak any language, you know”[/i] the older black-eyes commented, and a shiver ran down the male forestfolk's spine. It was not what the man was saying - in most others, something like that would have been an empty boast -, but [i]how[/i] he was saying it. It was not that he was speaking in several voices, for there was no such audible distortion ... or at least he did not think there was. It was as if the man spoke but one tongue, but he [i]understood[/i] it as all languages he knew. What was this, a magic the likes of which he had not yet encountered? Who [i]was[/i] this man?
	[i]“I don't know how, but I can, somehow. Lost my memory earlier today, when I got roughed up a bit by a god, so... I don't even think I told my friends about it, you know? Besides Thaler.”[/i]
	"Ye're speaking [i]all[/i] the languages," Domhnall stated, still dumbfounded. He was now staring at the guy, rather than just giving him a puzzled look. "A' [i]once.[/i]"
	His mind took a few moments to process everything else the fellow was saying. He had lost his memory? While fighting a [i]goddamn[/i] god? Either this unassuming character was far more powerful than he let on, or gods were more feeble than he had thus far thought. In his mind, gods had mostly been something that, well, [i]were[/i]. Something vaguely indefinitely powerful, and perhaps better left alone, or at least not pissed off too terribly. Or perhaps it had been a dream, some mental imagery the guy mistook for real after ... whatever had really happened.
	It was when the strange fellow mentioned one of his companions that Domhnall looked at the others, first the white-eyed woman that had been mentioned, and then the young black-eyes.
	"Can ye do it, too? Speak [i]all[/i] the languages?" he asked the latter. Could all of these black-eyed folks? His eyes moved back to the older black-eyes. "A [i]god[/i]?" 
	[i]Wait, did he mean to say he did not tell his friends he had lost his memory, that he had fought a god, or that he could speak any language?[/i] a voice in his mind piped up as he tried to catch up with the seeming absurdity of the situation. It was perhaps logical to assume that whatever had "roughed up" the older guy had also been the one to toss the mighty beast about and drain the warrior fellow. In any case, if there was an ounce of truth to what the guy was staying, then what these lot had gone through probably made a story worth telling indeed... And just who and what the hell [i]were[/i] they? 
	Eh, in any case they did not seem to be hostile, though the younger black-eyes certainly looked baffled, though whether at [i]what[/i] his older kinsman was telling or [i]that[/i] he had opted to say it to a couple of foreign strangers they had seemingly randomly run into, he could not begin to guess.