Deav took in everything Isaac said. He had never heard of someone losing their memory before and from what rumors he had heard they seemed highly unlikely. "Er...I'm very sorry." Deva was at a loss for words. What exactly does one say in such a situation such as this.
The Dwarf lifted his mug to Isaac, "To hoping you find where you are really from." He then took a large gulp from the mug.
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