"Erran, eh?", says Kamma, sizing the half-elf up, grinning all the while. "Cyran, by the looks of you, with a hint of Aerenal, yes? Well, you're almost officially abroad, then, ain't you? Har-har! This will soon be, well ...er.. not-Cyre! Har-har!"
He shakes his body, causing his pack to rattle...