[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		 watched closely, the silver-sheened moon ever-present in his periphery…looming above him like a great celestial eye, the light of its gaze enveloping everything. He swallowed slightly, his mien only lightening slightly as Torquil spoke in a voice that was clear and easily intelligible. He couldn’t help but smile at that. He wondered how the wheelchair bound man had done it of course and that thought had him opening his mouth—only for the explanation about items, Messengers…and a so-called ‘Nightmare’ to give him pause. Farren raised an eyebrow, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“The Nightmare?”[/b][/color] He asked, wondering what that was referring to, as it sounded like something specific.

That said, he was curious what the fountain overflowing with the little messenger men was about. Bizarre as they were, t hey did seem rather helpful at least.