"Ah." Bariyan relaxed, smiling, though the expression didn't quite reach his eyes. He wore his smile as defense these days -- not against the outside world, but against the misery that still lived within him. "I thought so. I just was not sure."

There was a name, too. It would probably be nice if he could remember it. So Bariyan raked through his memories until he found it.

"Martin, yes?" He was certain that was it. Bariyan gave Martin a slight nod. "Thank you. Thank you for being there. Though I was not in my right mind."

He quieted, thinking about that. Not in his right mind indeed.

With a sigh, Bariyan brushed his shirt off, then adjusted the medallion around his neck before looking to Martin again.

"Will you walk with me? I have many questions."