As if dangling on the end of each word, like a begger watching a gold coin spin, Jaron finally blinks. "Wow. Tales I have told. Songs I have sung. Nothing reaches deepest in the hearts then the ones about love and loss. Such a tragedy and yet to have found such love in the first, such a blessing." He brushes a patch of silver out of his face. His face changes slightly from admiration to that of curiosity. "Each tale has truth and lie within. 'And so the land rests with the Coral.' Where would this coral be?"