The angel smirks a bit at the half-elf and his ankylosaurus, muttering gently,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"Primes..."</span><br/><br/>"The easiest question first, then. If the spiritual realms of the afterlife are a circle, you are right in the centre of it, at least that's what the Greybeards say. You are in Sigil, the so-called City of Doors, which sits on top of the infinite Spire of the Concordant Plane of the Outlands. Think of it as an economic trading ground, a central up, and a neutral metropolis amongst the Outer Planes. As for within the city, you are in the Lady's Ward, within the City Barracks, which is the headquarter of our Faction," he gestures to himself, the devil, Malik and Suavita, "and not far from the headquarter of Thok's faction, the Fraternity of Order, which can be found in the City Courts."<br/><br/>"Food we can certainly provide, but our bathing facilities are spartan. While you are welcome to use them, I am certain that you would be better served by the bathes outside of the Great Gymnasium, in the Guildhall Ward. As for your other questions, I shall leave them to my colleague Thok, as he can answer them better."<br/><br/>"Very well," replies the giant, and for what is surely the first time in any of your lives, you find yourselves being lectured by an ogre. "We aren't exactly sure what we have recovered, but it may be easier to explain by giving it some context. You are not in the mortal realms anymore, as you surely have noticed. Things on the planes can be both more literal and less literal than in the mortal realms. Take for example, that I have met and conversed with individuals who are literally the manifestation of the sounds of different alphabets. It is... strange, to say the least. There is a very good reason that many Planers end up quite jaded, they can and do encounter anything and anything."<br/><br/>"There are somethings that are stranger than others. This is one of them," he holds up the chunk of ice, so you can look at it.<br/><br/>"This is a primordial word, possibly dating all the way back to the formation of the cosmos, frozen unmelting in a chunk of the Paraelemental Plane of Ice. What word it is exactly, we cannot say, nor to we know how it came to Pandemonium, but we hope to learn something about it at the very least."<br/><br/>"As for the tree, it was likely connected to the World Tree itself. That may even explain how the word got where it did, Yggdrasil has many connections to that plane too. It does extend across infinite, after all. We may also have been able to use it to escape, but I much prefer this option. How did you know of the portal anyhow, our research mentioned naught of it."