Several of the "challengers" rushed off toward a cave in the distance, leaving Sorin to shrug nonchalantly. Perhaps after they died he could reanimate their corpses into more useful pawns, but that remained to be seen. As it was, only thr System Lord remained among those he had found interesting in the original group.

"Ah, to be young and mortal; always rushing off in a terribly great hurry to meet certain doom." He joked.

He followed after the System Lord without protest, sheathing his sword. This really was the most logical course of action for the time being. It seemed this place was a bit too chaotic for his geist to latch onto a particular aura. They could scout from high ground and plan their moves from there. Sorin wasn't terribly worried; Innistrad had exceptionally fierce dragons, and even they seemed like whelps compared to the Hellkites of Jund.

The trail was Dar from difficult for Sorin. Little wilderness came close to the literal aggression of Zendikar's landscape. There, you were as likely to be picked up and swallowed by a mobile mountain than any manner of beast. Though the Roil was the least of that Plane's problems these days. That thought brought Sorin back to thr reality of his situation. He needed to leave this place and return to his duties in stopping the Eldrazi. Every hour wasted was another Plane infested by their brood.

Sorin decided to feel out his momentary companion's opinion on their situation, if only to know whether he would be a threat to Sorin's plan to escape this farcical nightmare realm.

"Does it bother you, System Lord, knowing this place exists? This crossing of worlds? It is often a difficult truth to swallow; knowledge of the Multiverse. Madness is a common and natural response, so don't be shy, I won't judge you."