[ i'm so glad he got to keep his satchel ;_;

rondo nods, looking past him briefly out towards the foggy nastiness. it's... a lot like hell, honestly, which is worrisome, though the sunlight peeking through the fog has helped at least a little. ]

... Right... Alfyn, then. [ alfyn. it's a force of habit - his manners are so, so well trained, but he smiles, easing up immediately from the more formal. ] I suppose we are among friends, right? We'll have to stick together as we move through this strange situation... I need to return home as quickly as possible.

[ because some part of him is DEEPLY worried there won't be a home left when he returns. some other part of him wonders if sir sazantos sent him away so he wouldn't have to kill him, and if that's the case, it's somewhere between horrifying and touching, the most awful, heartbreaking sensation in the world - what about the others? what about the other guardians, what about cordelia, what about the entire world? the thought has him frown a little further to himself, but he shakes it off after a moment. ]

I take it that you tried to explore out a little further, too...?