*nods, a little distracted, but he is listening to every word (and he does not press his hand to his aching chest)* *sips his coffee, dimly aware that it is very hot*
*exhales, a bit impatiently, at the mention of Salgant but gestures again to indicate to you to go on, because of course Ecthelion came to the Fountain, because Ecthelion would never desert his sinking ship* So it happened here. In. His. Own. Home.