Asa left the trio he approached, eyes moving around the Court.
So many unfamiliar faces; so many familiar faces gone. It felt like the Lost Nights. The litany of names of those come and gone was getting too long to recite with ease. It was his own doing -- they had neither departed or arrived en masse, and the nights turned into weeks and months as time slowly compressed.
So many Shadows.
It was a presumption, based on the lack of Beasts and deformities among the newer faces.
Now curious, his steps took him to the dark giant.
"Good evening," Asa greeted Arnold Culler Beej .