Neverwinter Forest What happened to three?

Alastor could admire the younger as he spoke, finding his overall nature to be quite refreshing. He seemed excitable, sincere with his joy—cute, even, though the elder would never admit to that. He'd chased the thought away, too, as now was certainly not the time for such comments. Even if it was, in part, a compliment, the way words could be interpreted veered him from speaking his opinion. Instead, he just kept quiet, letting Anwyl go on about the place he liked and the girl he'd met. It was only after he'd finished that the foreigner had started thinking of his own answer, for he'd wished to remain attentive of the other.

"I don't think I have a favourite..." he began, brow furrowing briefly. "But I find the sea to be appealing. It isn't really in the south, but the coast remind me of my homeland so I enjoy seeing it."