"It's good to be proud of one's father." He said, brushing another piece of pottery together, bringing a few other pieces of detritus into a pile as she shared her name and her memory.
He hummed again, contentedly, "That sounds like a lovely memory. The walls will remember it." He said warmly. Perhaps a strange comment in this land, but an easy belief for the ex-priest, now full-time hunter.
He glanced at her, she was easily brightly smiling through the memories of this place. He knew his next question might make it vanish. Hopefully, it won't. "I hope no one was lost in this tragedy?" He asked carefully, tenderly gathering some rubbage together and picking things out that might not entirely be garbage.
Knight
Professor
