"Vengarl." Naveen repeats, rolling it around curiously on his tongue. His accent butchers the pronunciation, turning it into more of a guttural noise than a name. "And a knight to boot, faldi faldonza. I have never heard of this place. Forossa, you said? You will have to spin me yarns from your native land over a drink!"

Entering the pub, Naveen looked right at home despite their shared displacement. Finding a spot at the bar, it takes him the space of ordering the both of them a drink before addressing Vengarl's question.

"Ah, well, prior to arriving in this strange place, I found myself in the tent of a very charismatic gentleman. I'm not entirely sure how, but I found myself changed into a fragee by my fortune's end."