“How do you know my language, Humaine?” Dainzel continued in the common tongue.

 “I have known many of your people. They were kind to teach me.” The boy smiled. “I am Timin, of Maranon.”

 “Maranon!” The Alvaine said softly. “But that’s a ghost town...”

 “Yes, I know..." He replied. "I am the sole survivor.”