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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ethandrew" data-source="post: 5097554" data-attributes="member: 17456">Latham's eyebrows furrow, either in annoyance at the request, or anger that his Githyanki couldn't be trusted. With a defiant tone, Latham explains succinctly, "My accomplice here speaks or understands no words other than his native tongue, which I assure you, we do not hear in this land, but very well." Latham turns and looks at Keht and speaks several low syllables*. The large, shrouded monk nods his head solemnly and then looks around for an adequate space to quarter himself for the time being, deciding between this way and that before nearly toppling a lone halfling at the table.Slowly Latham gives his attention back to the wizard, "The only good from your rusty sworded fodder is just that, they will charge, they will die, and I will live." He pauses for a moment, his finger tapping loudly on the wooden table, "Speak your mind, old man, and if secrecy is really important, perhaps another language?" he speaks the last question in clear, beautiful Elven, the transition between the common tongue of man and the eloquent language being one linguists would be proud to hear.* Speaking in Githzerai, Latham tells Keht to leave for a moment, using a symbolic metaphor so the monk would understand.</blockquote>