[ Vapors ooze around them like water, rolling over his form thicker and thicker now – whatever recovery he felt he was experiencing is beginning to reverse itself. He was disoriented upon crawling from the earth, and now gas has replaced that solid as a new form of matter seeking to crush and delude him.

Both other men are seemingly intent to waste their gift of clothing by not even trying to cover their mouths or noses, but one seems too far gone and the other has information they don't. Still... Fingers rake hair out of eyes that thin, free hand clapping down hard on Voryn's shoulder only a moment later. ]

Get ahold of yourself. You heard the man – we can both hear it plain as day. But just because it's asking doesn't mean you have to answer. [ Psionic abilities? It's possible, just like it's possible that his own perception is being altered to force him to perceive a gray man and a psychically willful tree. His head turns, narrowed gaze back on Silco now. ]

What's that mean, "it knows what it needs to do"? What does it need to do?