Neverwinter Forest Don't know what's inside of me

He slowed to a stop when he sensed Damien had done the same, letting his words soothe his frustration some. Midar wasn't sure how to answer his question at first. He had definitely understood the words, but he couldn't recall the language they had been in. I'm not sure, he said first, shaking his head a little. I know that I understood the words, but I-- he paused, releasing a sigh. --I can't say what language it was. He didn't even understand how that was possible. He watched the words literally come from his own mouth, yet he didn't know if they had been in common or not? Alarian was there--while the memory hit me, and he said that I was speaking a foreign language after, he added. I, of course, don't recall that and I, um, lost consciousness soon after. That was perhaps equally as frustrating as the strange memory itself. How could I have spoken another language and not know it? he asked with another frustrated shake of his head. He had kept his eyes from his dark leader while he spoke, but now they searched his face. He wondered if the other man thought Midar was as crazy as he felt.