"My name is Trahearne, and you're welcome to join me. I would have had to take a break regardless." After all, he was worried that if he stared at the graffiti any longer, sap might start leaking out of his ears. Looking away from it for a while helped. "The Bridge used to be a bit more crowded when I first arrived here. Now we're all a little more scattered around the city."

The question causes him to take another glance over at the ominous artwork, one that Trahearne almost immediately regrets. He gestures vaguely in that direction, "I have only been here fifteen minutes or less, and it didn't start until I tried to record the writing there. It's odd that it's not translating. The magic that brought us here has always done that for us in the past."