He would not think to do otherwise. He has been a soldier - mercenary or otherwise - for far longer than he has ever been Nerevar Incarnate upon Mundus. He is quite grateful to have at least encountered someone he shares something in common with. It is a rare anchor point of sanity in this mad scenario. The Void. He was on a ship, in the Void of bloody Oblivion.

"Well, whatever it is, I suspect it will take its time letting us know why we're here," he says. "The ada enjoy their secrets as much as they do their games."

Nerevar says this with the conviction of experience. It doesn't take many encounters with the divine to become an old hand at it.

"Were you taken from your ship, as I was?"