[OOC: Augh, it's my turn to apologize. I'm finally catching up after my last work trip for the year.]

[How strange... He wonders what is motivating the man against his side. He cannot imagine that they aren't going into this without some personal interest. But why? What personal motivation does Neuvillette have in this for a blind man he had just met?

It has his curiosity piqued to say the least.

He wants to assume that it is merely the whims of a bored man, but Neuvillette doesn't strike him as someone who'll toss him aside once bored. Strange, since he knows only the man's name, but just the idea of considering such a thing feels bitter in the back of his throat.

Instead, he focuses more on the question presented to him.] One of the others once sung it. She had arrived that night and had mentioned it was raining when she came. For some reason, it just stuck with me all this time.

[Nostalgia. Nostalgia for a rhyme he hadn't heard until that moment, yet it stuck to him all the same.] It made me sad to think that the dragon in the rhyme was sad. [Something else he can't explain, but he can't help but comment on it.]

Perhaps they are sad right now.