[Like proton, Ringabel's out and about, exploring this castle from top to bottom. He's got a journal in hand and is humming to himself as he takes careful notes on his findings.

At the moment, he's hovering around the fountain, looking up occasionally in case he spots a familiar face. But, while Proton is far from familiar, he does stand out. A lab coat is difficult to miss, not to mention his curious device.

This merits a closer inspection, or at least conversation, so he'll go ahead and address the stranger.]

It's all rather peculiar, isn't it? I've seen many strange things, but even the most powerful magic could never create such vivid dreams.

[At least, not that he knows of. But then, that was Luxendarc, and this is a new world. Who's to say what is and isn't possible?]