Alula frowned, feeling rather troubled. How could he not know what was on his own body? Perhaps it was a recent addition, and he just hadn't looked at her reflection lately. She furrowed her brow, trying to remember if she had seen it on him when they had first met. She couldn't remember. The voices were keeping rather quiet, unnerving Alula even more. After a few moments of silence Alula realized she still hadn't given the gnome an answer. She spoke, trying to keep the concern out of her voice.

"It is...a word...written on your forehead...in a rather...exotic language..." 

She paused, trying to plan her next words. 

"I have...met few others...who can read and write...in such a way...other then myself..."