Names and ranks were just part of a more recent past, viewed with great sadness. Battle without Gods to guide and protect. Men who held themselves higher than such things, and tore his lands asunder with their machines and weapons of war. He did not care that blood was spilled. Not as much as he once did.
Those thoughts ebbed to the back of his mind, and his branch like fingers returned to normal. "What is Borogravian?" he asked her.