That’s the biggest surprise so far- the idea of being seen and not immediately identified as the thing they’ve been for most of their life.

“Rahal,” they say, and drain their glass. “I was an inquisitor. Part of a hept- but I suppose in your time we worked in... hexes. Did you ever work with one?” They are curious, they realize, about what the Rahal became, without the Liozh. Without them, cut off from their community, not changing with it.