Vistrathis gladly takes the offered seat.
"Greetings Vok Vaerhirmana, guardian of Dol Arrah. Thank you for your kindness, it is not something that my kind sees often."
[sblock=Insight DC 10] He doesn't seem to be referring to his race when he says "my kind". As he speaks, you notice that his left fore-finger traces a red tatoo of an eye on his right hand. [/sblock]
"I am not 'of the cloth' if that is what you ask," he says with a smile. "No, I am just a wandering nomad who has picked up a smattering of arcane knowledge, wrapped up in a foundation of swordsmanship. For the last ten years I have traveled with Mama Kousha, a Ghallanda Enclave leader, and elder to my clan. I am now eighteen years old, and so it is my time to go on what we Vistani call The Jaunt. I am to travel the country in search of friendship, adventure, treasure, and someone or something valuable to my clan. Once I have found enough of this, I am to bring he, she, or it back so that my clan can grow."
"How about you? What brings you to the Tower's Shard?"