The longer they talk, the more obvious it becomes that Minimus' captive straddles the precarious line between wanting desperately to talk about something, but knowing he probably shouldn't. He is jittery, barely able stay still in his seat despite already knowing the other man can easily overpower him.

"No, no one. But we all talk about it." Tough to say who "all" is, though. The Plains is so very vast, but how often do cast-outs in other groups talk among themselves anyway? "I even heard word of someone who saw Her, once."

Ahkbarl trails off then, tone almost dreamy. Where before he tried to make it look like he wasn't preoccupied with the tower, now it was all he would look at. Notably, he's been doing so this whole time he's spoken... without hardly any issue.