'You are... not of the Cinnidhean?' the man says, thoughtfully. 'That does not make sense. You... huh. It seems the world has changed more than I know. But!' he exclaims, raising a finger as though having an idea, 'That means I have more time.'

He indicates towards the fire with a wrinkled hand and says 'Sit, please. I have many names, but some call me Slépti. And this-' he points to his mask, '-is the face I have chosen to show you. We shall speak, you and I. Before they come to claim me.'