Urianger is bent over some thick tome and has a scroll beside upon which he scrawls notes, but at the soft observation he pauses a moment and almost responds. But in truth, he knows not what to say - how to encompass the importance of this place? The meaning of it? The memories both fair and foul seeped into its cool basement stones? The numerous sidequests that start here? 'Tis not something easy to articulate, and just when he is resolving to attempt, Felih moves on. Just as well, really.

He resumes his writing, finishing off the line before he turns to tilt his head curiously Felih's way. Humming, he stoppers his inkwell and sets the quill aside; nothing he is working on today is particularly pressing. "Pray, share that which weighs upon your mind."