Talent? Talent!? He was the only only one who seemed to realise what kind of situation they were in at the moment and was the only one who could drag them out of it wether they wanted his help or no, but as always nobody ever trusted him, they always though him a fool or a child where in truth he would always know more than they. The monks at the monastery held him in disdain for his superiors, yes that's it, they hated him for his knowledge of the world where they could find none. He slowly turned to Candi "what am I?" For a moment he looked back up a at the sky and pondered that himself but eventually settled on a group of things "I am a academic, a writer, a theorist, a philosopher, a Politician, a historian, a linguist and a etymologist" he turned back to candi to see if she understood what any of those were.