Sorin's face twisted into a sneer. The Viewer had done scarcely anything to confirm that he had anywhere near the level of power that he claimed. A few tricks may have been enough to cow the others, but Sorin was far from impressed. As the Viewer vanished, Sorin made up his mind to leave this plane and return to his previous business. He began to Planeswalk away, when he was suddenly halted. Perplexed, he tried again, tk the same result. It was as though some undetectable force was blocking his passage between planes.

Resisting his first instinct to fly into a rage at this sudden inconvenience, Sorin collected his thoughts. His first priority was to get off of this plane. To do that, he needed to figure out what was keeping him from doing so. The Viewer was the most obvious choice, but Sorin tried to remain open to other possibilities. Regardless, he would need to find the Viewer again to interrogate him, though as far as Sorin could tell, he came and went at his own leisure. The most certain time that he could be encountered was at these "challenges." Sorin sighed deeply. It seemed he had gotten roped into this asinine game after at all.

He felt like taking a walk to weigh his options, and perhaps learn more about this plane that he was now trapped on. Not announcing his departure, he simply marched out of the building and into the dark and snowy streets. We chose a random direction and set out on it, stalking calmly through the gently falling snow.