That was maddeningly unhelpful. Atrius didn't know what to think. Should he stay, he could leave. He did not owe anything to these elders. He didn't owe anything to the monk either. He was tired of all this end of the world talk with portents and omens and gods. It was enough to drive a sane man mad. He clenched his jaw and ground his teeth in thought. He figured that the monk really did not have many answers for him, or he would have given them. He could stay, or he could go.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes and paced. What did this all mean. Certainly it wouldn't mean the end of the world. Atrius was not a man apart. Though his parents were long dead from sickness, but he had his friends and people he was acquainted with at least on personable level. Was it really his fault for unleashing Armageddon upon the world? If he believed that the gods had manipulated him then no, he was not responsible. He could go to his final call knowing that his soul was clean. If he didn't believe that then he was responsible and he owed it to someone to try and set things right. He stroked his clean-shaven chin and tapped the head of his hand-axe.<br/><br/>He made up his mind. He chased after the monk with the butterfly tattoo and stopped him, "Okay, friend, if I'm going to stay here and not tell you, your elders, and the gods themselves to sod off I'm going to want two things from you," he held up two fingers for emphasis, "First, you and your elders are going to tell me anything I want to know about this end of the world thing at some point before the day is out, but first I want to see the girl."<br/><br/>Atrius wasn't stupid he knew she was connected and if anyone would have the answers that really mattered he put his money on her. He fixed the monk with his best stare boring into him with his keen blue eyes. It was obvious he wasn't going to take no for an answer.