<em>Dys couldn't help but wonder if it had truly been a question he had been intending to ask. There was a heaviness in the room, the weight of words not generally meant to pass between strangers. Though they danced carefully around the bruised heart of it the gravity of old wounds remained. </em><br/><br/>Surely you didn't come all this way just to claw at wounds that will never heal fully, shadow-that-has-no-friends?<em>For a moment golden eyes burn as she gauges the hooded figure, a glimpse of a former self. It is gone as fast as it happened. The quiet stretched for a moment, then the mead and laughter were flowing again. Though more mead this time and the laughter was subdued.</em><br/><br/>I thought this was to be a proper interrogation, yet you seem to be going about things in a very odd manner.