dramatispersonae

Dark stone makes up the walls of this small cool room, and they tremble faintly as if afflicted with some terrible noise or nearby conflict.

[sounding very, very happy:]

Well, then! To which shall we turn now?

Rose, I'm awful at those puzzles and I don't want to hold us back any.

[he nods.]

A sensible decision. If it is that I cannot show you a memory I have received, I will share instead something else of meaning to me.