Tarith leans back, his hands placed confidently at his sides, leaning on something nearby as he answers.
"Oh, not much. You tried identifying the future, which did not end well, turning you into a gauntlet, which I put on to escape Nerine and some other fellow working with you, at which point the village was attacked by giants, who are dead now, so we decided to come and find you."
Nonchalance is apparently his middle name...