"Valar morghulis. How may I help you on this side of the Narrow Sea, kind Ser?" His voice and eyes were gentle. Thank the gods! The man spoke the common tongue. For a moment, he wondered how the priest knew that he was a knight from Westeros. He wore no armour, but his luxurious clothes emblazoned with the golden Lannister lion probably gave him away. But Damion had the feeling that the man in front of him saw right through him.