[ Xenk steels himself, drawing upon decades of stoicism that has never felt forced until this moment. To hear Edgin's hatred sparks something in him, but he has no time to name it. He has more pressing matters at the moment. ]

I was a child when it occurred, but I recall it vividly now. He turned his people into mindless monsters. None were spared, and all bore the marks similar to the man we just saw.

[ A mark that, perhaps upon closer inspection, Xenk bears at his hairline, like recalling the memory recalled that very same mark. Not that he's realized it. ]

I believe the land he—we—hail from, is called Thay.