Jarah first, looked mortified at the description, though his imagination twisted it to make it even worse, his mouth gaping open for a moment before clutching closed, and his eyes wide in surprise. His expression then turned to a mix of confusion and worry. How could the warlock not even be fazed by such losses? Even if he didn't have close ties, or even ties at all that concerned friendship... It still was a life lost. Lives, for that matter. But he said nothing of this, and simply nodded in silent understanding. "...Well, alright, if you say so. If this is the case, then please go to my ship. It's tucked into the Shipwright, near the wall. Here, I'll have Quince--" The titan cut himself off, unable to find his ghost. "Well, I hope you'll be able to find it. Have you met Eclipse? He's a larger titan than I, that should be right outside my ship as well."