Neverwinter Forest Pardon, I'm getting my scream on

Really? He hadn't heard anyone call his native tongue pretty before. It felt strange. It was something so natural, so a part of him that he never thought much of it other than normal. Asante. Thank you. He took it then as a compliment. It wasn't as if he had made it up, after all. A little, he admitted. But that was what he signed up for, wasn't it? To be a stranger in a strange land, constantly a foreigner in search of something new and foreign to himself.