His expression - flat, wry, trying not to be amused - softens immediately the observation, and not just for the obvious reasons.

"Nearly." Bruce has seen the stone carved with Evandrin's name, but he wears another necklace close to his heart; his hand dips beneath his collar and pulls out a locket that shimmers strangely in the light, inscribed the what appear to be magical runes.

"Laerryn was Evandrin's best friend. He gave her this, not long before - before."