"Hey, bro." Darius said, turning to look at Duncan. He was about what he expected somehow; he knew he was a cleric, so the robes gave him away. He flashed a smile and stood up straighter, looking Duncan over for a moment longer. Something about the robes he wore over his regular clothes was familiar; something that he did not immediately place. He shrugged it off for the moment and extended his hand out.

"Darius Kim," he said. "I feel a little bad for my past alt. Didn't think naming him after myself when I was a kid would be a thing later on."

He hesitated, for a moment. Then, awareness dawned on him; the outer robe was familiar, if not quite with its usual garments, for a reason. Other facts keyed in; the way the guards showed him respect. He stared for a moment and then shook his head quickly, animatedly. "Shit! You're the Vahishta!"