Neverwinter Forest a little ethereal

Ico felt desperately that he'd like to try and make it up to Simmik; perhaps cheer her up with a better, happier story. But she wished to continue her patrol alone, and he understood completely. All he could do was helplessly stand there and sadly watch her white figure fade away like mist.

Cursing his foolishness in telling this particular tale, Ico wordlessly promised that he would keep his stories to himself from now on. Simmik was right; it wasn't that it was a bad story really; the problem had been that he'd selected exactly the wrong story for the company. He'd failed to read the room. And that, he told himself wretchedly, made a poor Storyteller indeed.