
Shamad nodded with his head on the table. "Most of it. They said I was struck by some kind of lightning and it damaged my brain. They said it would all come back in time and that I was fortunate to have come to them this soon. Otherwise it would have been permanent." He lifted his hand. Ring and flesh were knitted together. "I'll have this for the rest of my life." He looked up and stared at the other Lalafell at the table. "Who are you?"