Despite his unorthodox manners, the man seemed truthful enough. However that didn't stop the stranger from keeping his hand hovering over his revolver. Though it didn't look like it, it was based upon the Old-Earth Taurus Raging Judge model. And it was loaded with some mean ammunition. "You're not with them then? A relief. But your armour... Hm. I am similar to someone you say?' He considered the thought of a different timeline before coming to a hypothesis. "Perhaps you are referring to the Tribals before me under this name? It is a tradition in our - well, not mine anymore - culture to take on the surnames of our mentors, and sometimes even their equipment and fighting styles. Are you not referring to the late Lael or Laadan Farcòn?" Surely this was just a waking dream of his, right? Multiverses were the theories of a dead past, rendered obsolete after the Great Scorch. But he was beginning to doubt himself more and more on that as the armoured man talked.