Quiet again. Felwinter stepped back around the table, and after a moment, sunk down to sit against the wall. Having a wall at his back was always a strange comfort. It was one less direction he needed to watch.

"Aarthi." With no context the word was surely confusing, but he didn't let the silence stretch too long as he spoke on, quietly. "The one who brought tributes every month. I'd meet her halfway down the mountain since those without Ghosts wouldn't make it to its peak." The only one who would venture up to deliver things to him. The only one outside of Felspring that he'd had conversations with.

"She was the one who made me realize that I wasn't the only one who lived in fear. Except the people at the foot of the mountain don't come back like I do," he said quietly. "She said I could help them. That the things I knew about what I found of Golden Age technology could change their lives."