[Nodding, Hythlodaeus pulls up his hood and places his mask over his face. He feels more comfortable this way anyway- this is how the Amaurotines would go about their daily lives back home.]

That does sound strange. I could perhaps understand it if we were close in any way. I would treasure a letter written to me by a dear friend, not... a paper with a stranger's name upon it.

[He looks up as Finnick gestures to the sphere, expression unreadable thanks to the mask but he does hum thoughtfully.]

I confess, the more I see here the more confused I am...

[Even for one with magic at his disposal, this place is getting stranger and stranger by the minute.]