Joscelin turned, confused at being addressed that way. He didn't recognize the man at all, but there was something familiar about him... as though he'd seen him somewhere, but not quite him.

More like him carved in twenty feet of stone. When he heard the name he blinked in obvious shock, his Cassiline calm falling away. "El...Elua? No, it isn't possible." He gripped the other man's arm tightly- almost tight enough to hurt. "You do not know what you mock by taking that name."