Harrowheart's eyes widen and his mouth opens slowly until finally he's staring at her in total excitement. "That's so cool!," he whispers, trying to keep a lid on his enthusiasm in a venue like this. As soon as he says it he straightens up and presses imagined creases from his vest and gives her a serious nod. "Very interesting. That's a special skill some elven women on my world have. They communicate with owl familiars who patrol the forests for them."

Still in his Serious Harrowheart persona he inclines his head to Ragna and reluctantly admits, "Orcs, who're the enemy of humans, and beastfolk like gnolls and tauren – hyena folk and cow folk. I think if a human on my world communed with the ancestors or natural spirits or carved totems for power or anything like that, they wouldn't feel too much at home around the rest of society."

He raises a finger then and stresses with a smile, "But. That's what I like about Earth. Your rules are all different. It's fun to learn what everyone can do, what everybody thinks. I like that there's a place where humans practice shamanism – and very good humans, too. Sometimes I think I'd like to live here on Earth, but it turns out y'all mostly have the same ideas about the undead as we do at home. Seems like every world does."

Then he puts his gloved hand against his chin and asks, "What's a draugr about? Where do they come from? What do they do, what do they want? Where I come from the word is 'death knight,' and I think the rules are a little different."