[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    listened from a small distance away, not having moved from near the Messengers’ Fountain where they’d drawn in the essence of Dietrich’s Memory…or at least a Memory of Dietrich. He did his best to parse the words of Ophelia and the Doll, filing information away for later use, best he could. Still, the sluggishness remained and he had a sense that only Echoes would suffice to banish it.

That aside, Farren nodded as Ophelia bid he and Torquil to name the most recent marker that coincided with the lantern in Eileen’s garden. While Torquil suggested Sanctuary be its name, Farren thought that was just…too indistinct. What if somewhere more fitting of that title appeared? Thus, as Farren stepped up to the tombstone holding the marker, he decided on a name of similar sentiment, but contained within different words entirely. His finger lightly grazed the unnamed marking, and it transformed in response to his intentions–as the others had before it.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Sanctuary is what it is, but…I think ‘Crow’s Nest,’ is more apt,”[/b][/color] Farren said, as the twisting of stone ceased, the name resolving upon the gravehead.

He took a step back, glancing to Ophelia as she began to approach the tombstones. He hadn’t noticed the slump of Torquil’s shoulders–his thoughts elsewhere–so he made no comment there. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Then, to Cainhurst, I surmise,”[/b][/color] Farren said, glancing at the stone that held names tied to lanterns that led to said place.

As for Gerlinde and her brief exchange with the Doll…he made no comment either–though he’d surely heard. He hoped that the knowledge of what had happened to those born of her womb would not twist her further.

Though given the tendency of the world they tread within, Farren rather doubted that would be the case. After all, shit rolled downhill.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Lead the way then, heiress,”[/b][/color] Farren said, a faint note of amusement coloring his tone as he gave Ophelia a wry grin.