Kion couldn't help but be startled, both by Zevlor's insistence on his protection, and the easy way that everyone else agreed. But then, given what he'd told them so far, perhaps it wouldn't be so surprising that he was. Whatever the case, he offered a small smile of gratitude to the cleric at her assurance of finding his home.

"...That sounds fine. I can just excuse any fuzzy memories with illness from some injury or another from that." He'd not had wholesale amnesia from similar incidents in his life, but knew just how fevers and illnesses could make it so very hard to pick out specific memories, and doubted anyone would dig deeper, especially if he had others vouching for him. "You'll have to explain what druids are though?"