His expression grew pensive, yet still somehow alert in a predatory sort of fashion. The Mage absorbed the words of the Wolf-man, mulled them around and spat them back out with a single word riddled with incredulity. 

“Right.” 

He had fought the Wolf before and come out alive, if what he said was true and he could casually wander through the gaps between existence there was no way the Mage should have been able to beat him. But why was he lying? More importantly, what was his intent? If he was here for a fight, things had lined up rather conveniently for Daniel. But why hadn’t he attacked immediately then? Difficult to say, but there was a rather simple way to ascertain what the elemental was doing in Arkulf.

“Exactly that, actually.” He paused, his eyes growing shrewd. “This is the town of Arkulf, the scene of a famous battle that took place nigh over two decades ago.” He shrugged. “And may I inquire as to what you plan to do in this ruin? You don’t hold a grudge over our last encounter, do you?”