"《Damn,》" he mutters when his growing suspicions are confirmed. He thinks very hard about abandoning the conversation here, but there's something almost freeing about this texting thing? He knows he can abandon it any time Garrot gets too annoying, and not having the man here means he'll be less likely to consider actually hitting him.

It's just after he's decided to continue that the question comes in, and he takes a breath, settling in. They can have a nice conversation. He knows they can.

《The language my mothers taught me, Koskenkorvan, Amarosian. Common. Common and Amarosian sign, most recently. I haven't traveled much, but when I did, I picked up as much as I could. You're Koskenkorvan? Or Faridan?》