He hasn't been to Antiva, doesn't speak the language—but he's heard its accent in Trade, can recognize the sounds, enough to know when it's spoken to him. The smile he aims back at Lazar is less impressed than it is vindicated: definitely not stupid.

"Heard enough accents to know the ones I haven't. Never met an Ander before, Nevarran either."

Dread Wolf hasn't been recruiting up that way yet, seems like. Still not sure which Lazar is, but if the shem's not pressing him Talin won't press either.

"Water's that scarce? Thought it was a lot of bog."