[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		     focused in on Harold’s words, his gaze seeming to regain some of its unerring intensity as he listened closely. As Harold finished, Farren smiled and nodded sagely, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“A good analogy,”[/b][/color] he said quietly, but a tiny part of his mind asked [i]‘Was it?’[/i] Farren half-shrugged to himself, surely the Vicar knew more than he did of such things. Then Ophelia was speaking…expanding the analogy, but it felt clumsy, misplaced. She was usually so much better at articulating this sort of thing, but then…he’d only thought that before meeting the Vicar.

However, in the interest of politeness, Farren didn’t make that opinion known, it would be rude to disrespect one of the Vicar’s guests, even if she was his compatriot. Though he did have to admit that as Ophelia wound down, he did agree that if there were risks they ought to know about them. Still, he trusted that Harold had considered such things already, after all, a man such as him would obviously had gained wisdom to match his age.