Marcos wishes he could say for certain, but he just nods in agreement. Everything that happened in Taravast was like a fever dream, especially those first few days. So much was left unresolved, and what happened to the witches in particular still weighs on him.

There's nothing he can do to change it now. After sharing that disturbing memory, he doesn't blame Wrathion for wanting to take some time to digest.

"You can go on ahead. I'm going to spend a little more time searching for that herb they're looking for." Though he'll likely give up soon and go back to help set up camp. If something insane doesn't happen before then, which gets him to look up at Wrathion one more time before he leaves. "Let me know if you run into anything."