Wrath kneels down once they reach the boat, trusting Wrathion to keep an eye out on those who may be passing. He opens the lid to where the body should have been kept, and he examines it, tracing a finger along the inside, searching for any sign of what he does not find.

"I doubt the White Wanderer has any true interest in helping anyone."

He is certain Wrathion has already considered this, but if someone wants to help, wants to fix the issue, they do not simply place a painkiller instead of a cure, instead of going to an issue and fixing it.

"It could be a regional effect. ...there is no sign of decomposition within this boat. They go and return within three months. To where?"