[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		     listened carefully to Ophelia’s explanation, but despite his diligent attention, he found his understanding falling somewhat short. Nonetheless, though his nature was of a less studious sort, he did understand one essential thing: their utility. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“I see,”[/b][/color] he replied, a thoughtful half-frown on his visage as he stared at the ground for a moment. Then, it seemed he came to a decision as his eyes flicked up to meet hers once more. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Very well. This Lake rune you spoke of, I will endure the…pain for the boon it provides. It’s only practical that we increase our odds after all,”[/b][/color] he said, his hands clenching briefly into fists before they relaxed once more at his sides.

He glanced at the tools required for the application of this…‘rune’, nodded once, then met her eyes again. Farren felt he was no stranger to pain, and even if it marked his flesh…he was a Hunter, it would be a temporary thing, a flesh wound. That aside, though Torquil’s reappearance within this…place after he’d been slain implied they were essentially immortal, Farren nonetheless found that his survival instinct was entirely intact. He would not be rushing recklessly to his death, even if it were a temporary affair, so any advantage he could eke to prevent such a circumstance, he would gladly take so long as the price were not too great.