"Indeed?" He asks, mildly surprised. "You consider yourself to be in this place unwillingly? While it's true that we were sent here as the sole Bearers capable of remedying an undignified situation—or worsening it—I passed through the barrier of my own accord, accepting all following consequences. Did you not?"

Still, it's a wise way to spend one's time, and Voryn decides to begin searching lower to the floor. Stooping into a crouch, long, painted fingers select a tome that looks vaguely... burnt.