[He sighs, like he's being incredibly put upon, and touches the golden charm pinned to his shirt. The green gem on it glows with a gentle light.]

This is my focus. A Vision—something bestowed upon me by the gods of my home world. A useless bauble, now, but the importance of it is enough.

[Now, for his incantation...]

"Perigrinus". Wanderer, stranger, foreigner, vagabond... That sort of thing.