[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    gradually forced himself to relax as Ophelia fussed over Torquil, doing her best to assess what the transformation might mean–and indeed its nature. When Gerlinde mentioned the ‘basin’, Farren felt a distinct sense of relief wash over him for while Torquil seemed to be taking this rather well, Farren wasn’t so sure he would if it happened to him without any recourse for regaining his more familiar human form.

Unlike Torquil, he didn’t even consider changing his appearance from what was natural for him.

Not blaming the man for slumping down against one of the gravestones, Farren took a deep breath and shook himself slightly, dispelling some of the shock that the recent strangeness had inflicted upon him. He heard the words of the Doll–be they those sourced from the Moonborn Hunter’s intent or from her own. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“That’s just as well,”[/b][/color] Farren stated as the Doll said that they’d need additional time to prepare such a chalice. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“...Gerlinde aside, we’ve yet to dip our toes within the Labyrinth, best that we don’t go too deep, lest we drown amidst the powers therein.”[/b][/color]

For, unlike Ophelia, Farren still did not much fancy the idea of dying. For him, their immortality was a last resort, rather than something he’d prefer to rely upon.

A thought occurred to him then and he turned to Gerlinde and asked, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Gerlinde, have you died whilst holding the essence we absorb from felled foes?”[/b][/color]

"Oh yeah, lots of times."

Farren nodded slightly in response, tilting his head, his eyes returning to her after a moment, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“What happened to them? The...Echoes, that is.”[/b][/color]

"Sometimes I'd get them back just by returning to where I died, but mostly I guess the thing that killed me got them."

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Hmm, and when you killed what held them?”[/b][/color]

She shrugged. "I don't know. I got some more? I can't exactly tell if I got my echoes back or it was just the ones earned by killing the thing."

Farren's lips pushed to one side in a slight downturn of annoyance, not really with her, but with the vagueness of the thing itself. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Interesting,”[/b][/color] he replied, in spite of not having further details. He supposed he might ask the Moonborn Hunter. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Thank you Gerlinde,”[/b][/color] he said, giving her a nod and a pat on the shoulder as he passed her, moving towards their hosts. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Moonborn, Amaris,”[/b][/color] he said, address them before he posed his query, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“...we’ve seen that Echoes gained from those we’ve slain are deprived from us ‘pon death…and it seems they can be drawn upon by enemies…or simply linger where we fell. From what little I’ve gathered, especially not having died myself, it seems we can retrieve them in some cases. Are there those where we cannot? What might those be?”[/b][/color]