Moon Piercer, equally as confused and equally as lost, was startled from his staring into the distance by the sudden shout, turning to face Megara with an owlish blink of his deep green eyes. His own potion was set upon his hip, along with the rest of the belongings they had been given; scant as they were.

"This time?" He asked, "You have attempted to sell your soul before?" Or succeeded? But she said she only had one. He is confusion.