Tormin's eyes narrowed a bit at the story as he looked over at Nalia, wincing at the thought of having a constant pain from a 'mortal' wound. Knowing that made him want to keep his skills sharp as much as knowing he could be killed at a moments notice, when he wasn't within the convergence. He took the last swig of his Port in the Storm, and nodded, though he damn near regretted it. He was thankful he hadn't stood up yet. He took the moment to look around, taking in the place. The way it was currently, it certainly felt like the only thing missing were the people. "I suppose with all the time in the world, maybe one day that little bit of chaos will return again."<br/><br/>He smiled, before taking a second to cautiously put his feet on the ground. When he was sure that he wasn't going to topple over, despite the effects of the Storm in his head, he nodded over at Nalia, "If you wouldn't mind, I would like to take a look at an anger room, and see how they work. If nothing else, target practice is good for passing the time."