The swirling, fiery form barely moved as Morgan approached, causing the knight to frown slightly. Perhaps he wouldn't learn anything from this venture after all. 

Then the being moved, and with all the speed of lightning. Suddenly confronted with the visage of the fiery monster Morgan flinched back, bringing his armored left arm up between him and it. The being made no violent move toward him however, and indeed seemed just as confused as the rest of them. Morgan's eyes followed it as it circled him and another man, and then the rest of the group behind him. After one last look, the form vanished amid swirling flames and scorched earth.

Questions largely unanswered, Morgan lets the tip of his sword sink toward the ground as he too turns his attention to those around him. Several of them he had no way to identify, as their clothes and equipment were foreign to him. In fact, only one person's origin was clear to him. Curved steel in hand, a seafarer seemed to be accosting one of the other strangers.

[color=silver]"It seems fate has played a cruel joke on us all..."[/color] Morgan says out loud, but to himself. He knew not if he and the others were among the living or trapped in some dream or spell, but it seemed that they were stuck with it, for the time being.