"I thought as much," Kimmuriel says, without a hint of fear or even trepidation. "You are not like anyone I have ever seen before - anywhere." He was curious about the other man's world, he'll easily admit. He's always hungry for knowledge. But there would be time for that later.
Then, he looks at him with some curiosity. "If you are so far from this realm that you have never even heard of it, then how did such an artifact from your realm come to ours?"
"If you have any questions regarding my home, I would be more than happy to answer them, of course. The process of locating and collecting the weapon may prove to be a long one, after all, and there is only so much I know about it and it's history. Hardly enough to fill all the time we may spend together."
There's a slight downturn at the corner of his mouth at the question. It was expected yes, but it didn't make answering it any more pleasant. Ah, but it was quite literally ancient history here, wasn't it?
"Eons ago, no doubt long before much civilization even flourished here, it seems that this realm was in the path of what has been referred to as the Nephilim Rampage. Those aforementioned peoples traveled from realm to realm, conquering and destroying every world they fell upon with reckless abandon, with few able to withstand them. Undoubtedly, they battled here with the same intent, though considering that this world still lives they must have been handily repulsed.
It would not be the first time an Abomination has been abandoned at a battle site, though I do hope that one this far flung will be the last."
He looks curious. Perhaps a more outwardly enthusiastic person's face would have brightened; Kimmuriel is definitely not that person. "That is something I have never heard of, even in records...strange that it should be so momentous and yet gone unnoticed. Perhaps the ancient empires that used to exist on Toril fought against such a threat as you describe." Or even the gods? He's not a religious scholar, though. Gods are not of particular interest to him.
"You clean up the mess of your...ancestors, then? These...Nephilim." He pronounces it strangely; he has never heard the word before.
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Then, he looks at him with some curiosity. "If you are so far from this realm that you have never even heard of it, then how did such an artifact from your realm come to ours?"
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There's a slight downturn at the corner of his mouth at the question. It was expected yes, but it didn't make answering it any more pleasant. Ah, but it was quite literally ancient history here, wasn't it?
"Eons ago, no doubt long before much civilization even flourished here, it seems that this realm was in the path of what has been referred to as the Nephilim Rampage. Those aforementioned peoples traveled from realm to realm, conquering and destroying every world they fell upon with reckless abandon, with few able to withstand them. Undoubtedly, they battled here with the same intent, though considering that this world still lives they must have been handily repulsed.
It would not be the first time an Abomination has been abandoned at a battle site, though I do hope that one this far flung will be the last."
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"You clean up the mess of your...ancestors, then? These...Nephilim." He pronounces it strangely; he has never heard the word before.