Neverwinter Forest well, I won't make it out alive

Catamaran dipped his head in thanks and acknowledgement. He was not yet overworked, but this concession gave him space to take on other tasks, if needed. He was glad that Callyope seemed interested in her health more than her usefulness — though that, he supposed, might just be pragmatism.

He sensed the conversation coming to an end, but something that had been lingering at the back of his mind was brought back to the forefront. Her syntax was different than what he tended to hear in these parts. Different even from Solharr and Luhtar's — not that he thought much of Luhtar's grasp on the common tongue.

"You speak another language," he posited, hesitant because he was not sure if he would be allowed to pry. "Different than Solharr."