It was fascinating how one word can change everything for someone, as the mention of the Chamber had done to Raene. He draws his head back slightly, but still watching her carefully. Interesting, truly. She did not stir, it was as if whatever recollection she had of it had rendered her frozen, even if briefly. Words then follow, and they are ones that Dagro was hoping to have avoided hearing. It’s gone. Truly dismal news. Not for the Chamber itself, but for what he had parted with when it was there. Perhaps even just for the memories.

Raene’s statement repeats in his mind. Gone...reshaped. They were heavy words to absorb, but he only slightly reveals a shift in his demeanor. He would have liked to have visited it at least once, through the eyes of a man rather than a boy. A man who had learned quite a lot in his travels to worlds far away. As a child, there was no real concept of evil to him, and anyone he had seen or interacted with was relatively normal, to his recollection. However, he was typically busy elsewhere. Busy learning, growing, and surviving. Adults and their politics didn’t matter.

“That’s a shame.” he musters absently once he realizes how long he had taken to response. His gaze was fixed on nothing in particular, but it shifts to Raene. “Thank you for clarifying. Spares me a wasted effort.” he gives a small nod, sighing. He listens as Raene addresses Pandorica, and mentions the Reckoning. He remains quiet, but holds on to that word for a later time.