He simply listened, and then nodded. "Movement magic has been lost or barred for the last two centuries at least. That there were five outsiders in one location was an unprecedented event in the same amount of time. One outsider is worth their weight in gold, diamonds if as fair as you all. Five? One would own the nation, if they survived the war for all of you. The gods are gone, dead, hiding, or abandoned us, we mortals know not, and have turned to our own devices, even as... other... things stalk our own. The tales are varied and often disagreeing, but one thing they do agree on is that they are of darkness beyond your bound sister's kyn's abilities."<br/><br/>He paused, idly wondering why he had said that much, and why it had been so poetically despairing, before shrugging and continuing. "And in all honesty, I was tempted to try for that reward, though I will admit that the odds of surviving long enough to even try to collect the reward were... pathetically slim on the meager side of non-existent. You are, I am afraid, trapped in a plane gone mad with its own beings unable to stop themselves. I would strongly advise avoiding others, who have not the conscious that I do. Better for us all if we don't meet again. I might not be able to contain my self destructive greed next time."<br/><br/>He gave the three a bow, though he resumed leaning against the wall, a slight smile on his lips as if he enjoyed bearing the tidings of bad news. It was more he enjoyed not being attacked by a supposedly good being, and wanted to do so as long as he could.<br/><br/>(diplo d20+0 [14])