"I hope their battles prove fruitful." The young lord spoke, gray eyes slowly turning away from the board and towards his guardian. Though the man remained ever faithful, he knew it would've been best if they continued along their way. Maybe Penelo had made some progress throughout the night, and Larsa didn't want to approach her empty-handed when day broke.

"Gabranth," He started with his ever curious tone, flashlight shining towards the floor to relieve its harshness. "I know 'tis not the best to ponder in such a prison like this, but... who would you like to see again?"

It was a odd thing to ask, but Larsa was always one to contemplate the circumstances.