Sorin was rummaging through the manor's crystalware, trying to find something suitable for one such as himself to drink from, when a great rumblings sent the cheaper wares near the front to the floor, shattering them. Surely more silliness was afoot. Sorin sighed heavily, feeling obligated to further investigate this absurdity. He really couldn't catch a break, could he?

 Sorin was at the base of the spire a short time later, along with several others that he had met earlier, as well as a few new faces. Peering up at the lofty structure, he was thoroughly reminded of the Obelisks of Alara, the few remaining structures that remained after the plane was shattered.

"It seems the Viewer now seeks to subjugate us to some manner of phallic symbolism." Sorin quipped. "I'm thoroughly disappointed by how childish one of the few beings potentially older than myself happens to behave."