"From what it seems, it doesn't matter where we go, all of it seems like it would point to death. It's just when is the question." His pessimism is creeping up on him. Trapped in a world without his normal power, replaced with something else that he can't even begin to understand, he hates it and it's overwhelming and stupid. He felt safer in Luceti, he knew what to expect there. He had plans to make himself ready there. Now he's in the middle of a battleground with no plan and almost no resources.

"But I'm not going down without a fight. Going off on our own brings more unknown possibilities to us, or we can seek refuge with those who claim to be our allies. And the only way we know how to leave this place is with those wizards we saw when we arrived here. So why don't you tell me."

Maybe he'll try to wring the neck of the dragon mage he met until he sends him home or back to Luceti. That's what he'd like to do.