[h3]The Duchy of Zerul, by a road in southwest[/h3]
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Although the young squire had been surprised at Olan suddenly speaking in a language he had never heard anyone speak before, which his expression had openly betrayed, it was nothing compared to what he felt when the old Nightwalker spoke... [I]that[/I]. The impossible non-language, or maybe all-language, he replied to Domhnall and Iridiel in. It was not just that he was stricken with amazement or shock that such a thing was even possible, let alone that Olan could do it. No, while he [I]did[/I] feel that on those accounts, and was dimly aware of the fact deep in his heart, there was something else that made Jaelnec’s eyes open wide and stare in helpless awe and horror at the man he thought he knew to be feeble and absent-minded, but at the same time also was the one who had successfully attacked and destroyed one of Rilon’s physical manifestations. Hearing him speak like that, in that unnatural – or primordial? - way awakened certain memories, one of which he had not been conscious of, but had been storing somewhere in his mind nevertheless.
A child’s voice, coming from the lips of a creature that appeared to be, but most certainly could not be any further from that of a child: Rilon’s voice. His speech had been the same, and the word he had used to make everyone in the borderhouse barracks collapse on the spot had been in the same non-language or all-language Olan was speaking now. [I]“Cease.”[/I] Jaelnec had not even dwelled at the sound of that word until now, simply because the power and effect of its command was so much more notable, and because he had had other things to worry about...
But there was more. After the explorer extraordinaire had added “God-slayer” to the titles that could be applied to him, Jaelnec’s mind had been forced to hibernate by Mother Tigress, and thus he had not consciously experienced what happened afterward. But he had been made to sleep at that time, not rendered unconscious; he had still heard, and now he realized that this was not the first time Olan had spoken like this.
[I]“Release.”[/I]
Unlike now, there had been power in that word... immense power. Comparable even to the power Rilon had put in his own command, which had subdued everyone in the room...
[I]Except Olan. He got right back up again and became a God-slayer.[/I]

Swallowing, the young Nightwalker closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down rather than let himself be carried away by the implications of what he had just realized. [I]Olan... just what are you, really?[/I]
“Oh, I guess I am,” Olan laughed at Domhnall’s description of the manner of speech the old man was using. [I]Was he not even aware that he was speaking like that?[/I] “That’s handy, you know? I have to remember I can do this. Might be useful.”
Moments later Domhnall diverted his attention to the squire, asking whether he could perform the same feat his older kinsman just had.
“No, I...” Jaelnec shook his head, still somewhat dazed by shock, “I’ve never come across anything like this either. Never even heard of something like that before. I... I didn’t know.”
And finally, the outlander naturally asked about their quarreling with a god, as could be expected. Really, it would have been weird if he had [I]not[/I] been curious about something like that, especially since they claimed to not only have had altercations with a god, but they had apparently – and in reality, actually – all emerged alive and relatively unscathed, save Olan’s loss of memory and various psychological trauma.
“It’s a long story, I guess,” the squire sighed. “We had a fight with Rilon over his relic, and we won. That’s the short version.”