Albel shook his head and pointed at the ground, then tugged at his own shirt and nodded. Well, he might as well use one or two of the words Gerald had taught him while he was at it.
He pointed at the ground again and shook his head once more. "Not Erna, not Elicoor. Not..." he gestured to Lavi once again, his own voice rising in a question. Was he from a third world? Maybe this 'Lavi' spoke the same language as Gerald, though he wasn't counting on it.