[ oh boy. There's a lot Verso will have to learn about the Lands Between... There's no way to know just how different their homes are, but Messmer supposes they'll find out soon enough. He shakes his head gently. ]

'Tis a blessing I refer to, of Mother's... Marika's. [ that still doesn't feel very good to say. He moves past it quickly. ] At once thou wilt be known as an outsider.

[ his word alone will be enough to shield Verso from the worst of it, he hopes - at this point, the troops are exhausted, and the majority of them continue to fight out of either loyalty or desperation. But Messmer doesn't continue this train of thought. Something else piques his interest - something he'd never asked about, somehow. ]

Thy native tongue...