At the confession, Seregil looked to Alec, taking in the new information. A name change seemed odd to him, but if the man were a slave, as the markings on his body had betrayed, it was possible that was the name someone else gave to him. Using it didn't sit well with Seregil at all.

"I really don't remember anything, Alec, and you're far more important than you've been led to believe." He continued to move around the room, looking over things to get an idea of what was going on. There were things all around, mostly pillows.

"It's probably best for us to stay here until this Alec fellow comes back. Maybe he can sed some light -" His eyes settled on a picture and he offered it to Alec. "That's you, isn't it?"