The bard scowls at his comment, choosing to ignore it. Cerul, actually, turns bright red at his comment, staring openly at him as if he's gone crazy. "Oh, Cerul, I think someone actually likes you! Though I can't imagine what he sees in you." He smirks at his jab, especially since she flinches, slightly, choosing to remain cold and silent and distant throughout the story, as she sorts out her thoughts.<br/><br/>At the end of the story, in reply to Draiss' comment, Daminor merely shrugs. "Fate, perhaps? A longing for mortal life? Who can say... they are unknowable to us mere mortals."