loren
On to the next window, and the next wearying conversation. Try as Loren might, he couldn’t muster up much enthusiasm at this news of another wondrous being. It didn’t help that Jigano’s explanation didn’t really clarify anything. Even Astra couldn’t startle a smile out of the summoner when she tried to nip at the moss in his hand; he just moved it out of the way and gave her a cursory pat, before sticking the moss into the gap between the window and the wall. ”So...it’s a giant turtle that eats memories?” The concept was nearly impossible for even the Launceleyn, who summoned creatures of legend as a matter of course, to wrap his mind around. "I'm sorry to hear that the one you met passed away." Even in the depths of the darkness Loren often found himself in, he could still try to provide the bard with some small comfort.
Never judge a book by its cover.
