He seriously doubted this. He had spent so long drifting in and out of obscurity that he would be very surprised if anyone truly knew who he was, or rather, who he had been.

“I must say though, the years have been kinder to you than they have me.”

Although still certain that this wizard had drawn once too often on his pipe, Diaigi was now at least a little curious. For the first time during their encounter, he turned to face the wizened mage, and saw in his eyes a familiarity decayed by absence. Even so, he would find it hard to remember what he had put so much effort into forgetting.

He was not worried yet, though. After all, this type of thing happened regularly; usually when he had to travel through the larger waterside cities such as Llow-Venghis. Most often, it was drunken sailors; in such a state they would call a lamppost their own mother.

Yes, for the most part, he had kept himself hidden. In a world like this one, it was easy enough to fade away.

“Perhaps you would care to demonstrate this knowledge?” The civility in his voice was most pronounced, though he had not yet fully learned to rid himself of the slightly patronising edge, present with most elves.

Please understand this: Diaigi did not look down on other creatures as inferior (as so many elves did), but this manner was habitual, and difficult to mask, much like a regional accent.