[ That all but confirms it. The same place, but from two very different points in time. G'raha knows no how much to say nor what not to say. His friend hadn't really thought to hide anything when pressured.

But he hasn't the faintest idea of who this person is, much less how they might have fit into society. ]

Yes and no, I'm afraid. You and I are separated by at least twelve thousand years. Perhaps more. What I know of Amaurot is purely second-hand.