Once again, Kagan's normal, somewhat flippant air was stolen away from him, leaving the orc quiet and contemplative. He seemed like he was fighting to fully capture an old memory, something that he had forgotten - or chosen to block away. When he did speak, he was sitting on the floor with his back to the wall, as close to the fireplace as he could be without sitting in it. "My mother... Used to tell stories about spirits." His gaze was distant, he spoke with a halt. "Sometimes they looked like animals. She said they hide in remote places." He looked towards #74 again. "There was more than that, I'm sure. But I don't really remember her very well, to be honest..."