"I suppose I'd be disappointed, if the man with all the answers didn't recognize me for what I am." Interesting as it is, the string drawing taut 'round its peg: if he had no gift, and the man had little access to his magic, how would he sense such a thing?

Most things come down to luck, magic, or knowledge. Cael is down three for three, but this one seems to have something at hand.

"Death is the only way I ever knew, to get to the other side. And any good bard has people who want to send them to it. Is the in-between very familiar to you--"

He leaves the pause to linger, waiting on a name.