Drayl looked out into the distance. Not many people visited the Deeprealms nowadays, and he was surprised to see the newcomer. The newcomer had the look of a royal about him, so Drayl thought this person was lost. He ran over.
"Hail, good sir! What brings you to this Deeprealm?"
The stranger looked up at Drayl's words. "Hail, villager. I came here to give you and your folk a warning. A great evil was sent here nearby."
Drayl just nodded at this. "We here at Talonthorn know of these evils. I thank thee for the news. May I ask your name, good sir?"
The stranger walked past him, then when a bit further away called out. "I have no name you may recognize, villager, but you may call me Thran. I hail from Ylisstol, outside of the Deeprealms."
Drayl recognized the name of the region. "Ylisstol, huh? That's a far way off, sir Thran."
Thran turned and smiled. "So it is. I can't keep calling you villager, so may I ask your name?"
Drayl nodded at this question. "I am known as Drayl, sir Thran, and I have no title here in Talonthorn."
Thran's eyes seemed to widen at this, but Drayl dismissed this as a trick of the hot sun.
"Drayl, huh? That's a good name, don't mention it outside of this Deeprealm, though." Thran then walked away, towards the next town in the Deeprealm, leaving Talonthorn in peace.
"Just who is that guy?" Drayl asked out loud, curiosity filling him to the brim. "We've gotten nobles here before, even bandits sometimes, but he seems... different."
