The great beast succumbed to Sorin's spell, as expected, and was now an undead thrall with which he could do as he liked. Undoubtedly it would serve as a useful weapon against this legendary dragon that they were seeking, and so Sorin was somewhat pleased with himself. A rat-thing that distinctly reminded Sorin of the Nezumi of Kamigawa leaped atop the monster, prattling off some nonsense. The faint praise from the mercenary-type that had appeared was ignored by Sorin in favor of a quip from the System Lord, emerging from his hiding place.

Sorin scoffed at him, "Faith is for the fearful." Inventing a religion (or two) gave one a unique perspective on the concept.

He rejoined the rest of the group, who seemed to be short a member or so. It hardly mattered at all to Sorin, yet the rest of the group seemed to be gravely affected by it. One girl was stood weeping, being comforted feebly by a young lad wielding a sword from which Sorin could perceive a curious aura. Elsewhere a pair of men clad in red argued heatedly about some trivial matter of ethics. The petty concerns of petty people, Sorin thought dully.

As the young man promised a lack of deaths to come, Sorin passed by, quipping, "I wouldn't make a promise that I could not keep, young one. Death is like an obnoxious guest; it never comes alone and refuses to leave."

Approaching the two arguing men, Sorin listened in on their discussion. He found the taller, tanned man's position to be quite reasonable, and the blond man's points to be mere naivety. He weighed in, "Progress cannot be made without sacrifice. If the weak or burdensome must die so that the strong survive, so be it." Turning his attention directly to the blond man, he continued, "Your passionate morality is misdirected. Persecute those that revel in death for vanity or pleasure before you harass those that do merely what they must to live."