Neverwinter Forest but i got my grip on the devil's horns

there wasn't exactly much to tell. peregrine does so anyway, the words spilling soured with notes of nervousness and despair. he tells her how he'd met her purely on accident when he passed through moonsong, back when it was only her and the shining gleam of ambition she carried in her soul. how they'd talked once, laughed together, and then did not cross paths again until recently. he tells her how he'd always thought of her.
and now she was gone. dead. just like that.
but his pain is nothing like what this woman must feel. it shows in the way his gaze averts almost ashamedly to the ground as silence settles over him.