The room is shrouded in gloom while Sibal's serious baritone voice is lingering in the air as he is narrating his experiences. Xagrien is as silent as a still lake. Feeling the atmosphere. Feeling the presence of the bearer beside him. He more or less knows the story behind this friend of his so what he concerns himself about is the reaction of the moon elf lord on his right.
Luis on the other hand, didn't dare to take it lightly. The moon elf lord was far from his usual playfulness and put on his business-as-usual look. He sat upright with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes reflecting the orc who is holding back his tears with an emotionless facade. He is in all ears with Sibal's narrative. Taking in all information that he can get.
