[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    nodded, having half been talking to himself…since he’d asked before and they’d had no answer. Still, it gladdened him that she was back and that they had allies digging into the lore, searching for answers so they might vanquish the Golden Bastard. Farren turned, looking to Ophelia, [color=#007FFF][b]“Well…suppose it’s to the Labyrinth then,”[/b][/color] he commented. Then he recalled the echoes in his blood. [color=#007FFF][b]“Ah…but let me divest these echoes first…”[/b][/color] he said, rifling through his things…checking his bullets and vials.

Farren stepped closer to Amaris and put a hand on her shoulder, [color=#007FFF][b]“…I’m…glad you’re back,”[/b][/color] he said, quietly, almost somber as he held her artificial gaze. Then he lightly let his hand slip away and hold between them. [color=#007FFF][b]“Might you…turn some of these echoes into strength? I’ve felt a mite sluggish of late…”[/b][/color] he said, referring to the strange ‘slowness’ of mind that had mostly slipped into the periphery of his awareness since one of his entrances into the Dream.

Farren closed his eyes, allowing her to assist with the process of allocating a portion (100) of his echoes to renew the nimbleness of his mind to its former state. He thanked her briefly, feeling better, more himself, and then moved over to the Messenger Fountain after he’d left the workshop. He briefly noted the lack of anything new, then he focused on what he needed.

Eleven Quicksilver Bullets and three Blood Vials. The Messengers eagerly manifested them from the echoes remaining in his blood and Farren quickly deposited them in their respective places at his belt. When he was finished he glanced over towards the Moonborn Hunter and the altar upon which the chalice sat.

He walked over, nodded to the man and regarded it with an inscrutable expression, wondering what the Interstice held for them.