The dark-elf sheathed his rapier and slightly clutched his side, assessing the damage. Lucky for him the wounds wouldn't be quite fatal, but they'd need to be taken care of or they might well end up as fatal. "There is no Tarquin. He is just a figment of imagination. Both mine and yours. He is how I choose to remember my brother in all but skin and name. This... however..." He lifted the pendant "Makes me mix things up, forgetting which is which, making both the same while still being neither." The tall dark-elf shook his head slightly. "But enough of that... I think you'll prefer the company of 'Tarquin' over Taroyn anyways."