He scratched his chin, wandering absent-mindedly through the urban labyrinth he had become hopelessly lost inside. "Hm... Maybe I've been going about this the wrong way", he began. "As unusual as Shia is, living in this world requires her to be able to fit in... Her new friend, however; is not at all a part of this world. Perhaps she is the one I should be trying to distinguish from the crowd", he concluded. He slowed his pace as he found himself immersed in the new problem. "Difficult indeed. I can point out unusual magics almost as well as the Val, but I don't have any particular means of tracking a being with no magic at all... There has to be something else that can make her stand out here... She was naked at the auction, but I rather doubt that's still the case, and otherwise her physical characteristics weren't anything that would stand out from many of the curothians... A visual identification seems unlikely...", he trailed off.

A pair passed him, speaking an older curoth dialect. It was a rather unique language, more guttural than most others in common use.

He snapped his fingers and paused. "That's it! I am familiar with every tongue spoken on the surface, yet Shia was able to speak the language of the newcomers, and that I've never heard before. If I augment my hearing, I may be able to pinpoint them by the sound of a language that I don't recognize!", he said, with a triumphant tone to his voice.

He made the modifation to his hearing via biomancy, and began working his way through crowded areas, hoping to pick up unusual speech patterns. Before long, he heard just what he had been hoping for. He heard words he didn't recognize, spoken by a female, and soon thereafter, answered in kind.

"Found you!", he exclaimed, as he bolted in the direction of the sound.