Revenmar did not move from his knees while the God's before him spoke among each other. The air was bitterly cold against his face, so he put his helmet back on, he didn't really think that the God's would care that much. In fact, they all seem confused by the situation. Something that puzzled Revenmar. He was... More now, then he was before, he knew that for a fact. They whose power was limitless before him, seemed uneasy about their newfound predicament. He took it as a sign of the creator, he must have designed this before he vanished. He alone created Revenmar, he was the chosen warrior to be loved by all for his chivalry and justice. 

However, Revenmar wasn't so sure anymore. There were many Gods before him, both on the ends of different spectrum. Some were most likely going to be aligned with good, many would fall under a black and gray line somewhere in the middle and a few would be bad. If he was to serve them well, he couldn't afford to be on either side, but somewhere in the middle. The creator had given him thought, and a will to use those thoughts to think for himself. He wouldn't be so blinded like that Lexus machine. He was lucky, and Revenmar was even a bit jealous that he could serve its creator here.

He became keenly aware of the topic of conversation, from traveling North, establishing bases, finding information about the world, going to a city and more. Some of the Gods had even started to group up with each other. It seemed that unity in the face of a new adversity was lost among bickering words and petty insults. Now was not the time to go different ways, but who was Revenmar to oppose them? He was merely a paladin, not equal to the fierce beings in front of him. He kept his mouth shut for the most part, and let things play out. 

Where did he want to go? To the North? To the South? To find a city and explore? So many options overwhelmed him. So he would stick to the most realistic course of action, and be a follower on the course for something greater. He stood, silently amidst the group and walked over to Death Knight Kallahar, then bowed before her. It seemed sensible that he would want to follow another wearing armor such as he, but her's was far more beautiful, in a twisted way. 

He spoke, [color=darkgray]"I shall accompany you, Slayer-of-the-Beholder. If it pleases you."[/color] He stayed bowed, and would wait for a response. 

[@TheFake]