Swiftcurrent Creek Narrow streets of Cobblestone

The man reminded Ashlar a good deal of Ratio, in a way that made him ache. He wondered if his friend was alright somewhere and hoped, fiercely, that he was.

I've never heard silence. There's always sounds. He wondered how Arric cleared them away and if he would be able to if he tried. Maybe... I could try it. Sometime. Music made him happy, but it also reminded him of Chacal. Of the family he was forever failing because he couldn't be enough.

Ashlar looked down shyly when he spoke of the thing Ashlar loved. It was true but also wasn't. I think... it's... sometimes, maybe too many things. He wasn't sure it made sense. Loving too many things and being pulled countless directions as a result. Do you have things you love?