[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]                   listened to the doll’s explanation as Ophelia asked questions of the Messengers. He nodded idly as she finished, his brow slightly furrowed. Something about her words unsettled him…that the so-called ‘gods’ used the layers of this, ah, nightmare as their demesnes. That was a rather disturbing though and it had his azure gaze drifting back up to the looming pale eye of the moon. He stared for only a moment this time though, before directing his attention away, some part of him recoiling at the thought that this Dream too might house some Great Old Being, waiting in the wings…watching. Farren swallowed and as the doll spoke again his attention was piqued as she mentioned that the wheelchair bound man was a shopkeeper.

He didn’t care much for the history of this place, but what wares might be sold in a place such as this, what wares might one sell…to the benefit of hunters.

Farren stepped forward, closing a few feet’s distance between himself and the quiet, almost sullen man. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“If I may…are you a merchant or a craftsman, sir?”[/b][/color] Farren asked, his eyes slightly wide as he regarded the man with an eager, curious air.