"Oh, yes? Well, I keep my eyes cast downward in the daylight, that's for certain."

Barcus' expression shifts into something like nostalgia. "That's funny. We didn't talk much about the moon, but we used to celebrate the Festival of the Star. A little later in Midwinter than this. Callarduran's holy symbol is the six-pointed star--the image I stamped onto the necklace I gave you. We used to collect around the shores of the lake when glowing fungus started to fruit and shed spores. It lit up the walls and ceiling over the water, and the light would reflect in the water, like a sea of stars. A reminder that we lived on the surface once, too."

"It's nice to see the real thing now. Stars in the sky." He smiles wryly. "Maybe that reminds me of home a little, too."