Raven's Watch you only understand the language of the sword

Kynareth is dumbfounded. He has absolutely zero idea what they are saying. Their language lost to the Saint, he can’t even comprehend what language that could even be. Yet thankfully one speaks the common tongue for sec, allowing Donovan to get at least something from the interaction — water. 

His request though. Where do you seek? He wants to question just exactly what he means before really connecting it. What is he looking for? Then the second one, still bearing teeth, speak said mysterious language again and Don is trying not to make a disrespectful facial expression. He straight faces it and offers a nod to the pair, making eye contact with both briefly before easily making his way to the water. 

He positions himself so that he can easily see the two before him while also not turning his back on them. One can never be too suspicious with those he doesn’t trust, or just strangers in general. 

Bowing his upper body, his muscles shift enticingly beneath his striped pelt. He takes his eyes off them directly , but watches out of the corner of his eye. His black-purple tongue revealing itself as he laps at the liquid. Drinking his fill, he finally stands and offers a grateful look to the two.

“Can I ask where you two are from?” Comes his cautious question. He can’t help but be curious.