[Honestly, if she got all smiley and chipper, that'd be off-putting. The practical focus was a good sign.]

Everything I've heard is that we were being snatched by hostile forces. Undead stuff. [He still wasn't sure how to even process that whole business.] And in the last couple cities, that kind of made sense. I got nabbed... fuck me, it's been half a year. [By the Galactic Standard Calendar, at least. He still had no idea how long a day actually was on this planet. Too fucking long, anyway.]

I showed up in a prison run by an undead lord. People back in Taravast mostly got the same treatment. Some of the locations seemed a bit random, but you showing up right near the boats? No. That's too much to just be lucky coincidence. [He sighs.] Unless you're secretly some kind of hallucination-monster that lures clueless shitheads off to get cursed, that's hit people a few times here. If you are, I wouldn't bother--whoever designed this suit's already got me covered on curses.