Sometime along the way to Yog’s fortress…
“Oi, Coz,” Telosh calls to Gustav.
Gustav looks confused, Telosh’s accent is extra think at the moment, and a little odd, different somehow from his usual Westlander, or his reasonable good Sutheroni, and his attempt at Aegerian.
“What was it like where you grew up? You’re different from Red and the other Aegerian’s I’ve met. More like my cousins, maybe.”
Telosh’s accent seems to have shifted back quickly.
“Aye, you remind me of Gorf, and Sven a bit too…”
Telosh looks away for a moment, blinks a few times and looks back.