Geddoe is fine with the quiet. The thought of simply turning and leaving does flit through his mind, but it's hard to tear himself away just yet. He does know this place, after all, and knows each and every one of those hundred and eight names currently inscribed in that stone tablet.

He knew the names it once held fifty years ago, too.

So instead of leaving, he takes a few steps forward, resting a hand atop the stone as he gazes down at the list of names. It's been nearly a year since he's seen any of them, and if he's being honest with himself, he misses them.

"The one at the castle?" Geddoe asks without looking up. "A storm blew it off course and it ran aground, and its crew abandoned it. The castle's master didn't have the funds to get it removed and the damaged parts of the castle rebuilt, so it's been there since."