It seemed that his words and actions managed to really get under her skin judging from the reaction. He refrained from making anymore barbed remarks. Although he said the result of failing in the quest or being smote on the ground he stood was the same, he wasn’t in a hurry to be killed off. His curiosity was piqued with the desire to know what’s going on with the world and himself. Standing quiet, he listened to Nera explain more things and then grant weaponry to them. There was a certain morbid curious to see how his own burdens would manifest itself, since these blackened weapons were said to their sins.  

He approached it tentatively and saw that its form was that of an anchor with a cable of some length attached to it. A wry smile formed on his face followed by a simple “heh”. “[i]How very apt[/i].” He thought to himself as he grabbed the anchor.  It was was cumbersome, but then again as an object made manifest of his own burden dragging and weighing him down it was to be expected, seems like was this some sort purgatory after all. He just hoped that it would get easier to handle as they journeyed on. 

After hearing a the sound of the pillar being broken he turn his head to see a tiny redheaded woman carelessly swing her weapon around, before she stepping off the ledge by accident. He made a mental note to not stand too close to her unless he wanted to get clobbered by her weapon. One by one the others began to make their descent to enter this new area.  Some woman was talking to Nera so he waited while coiling the rope around the anchor creating a grip of sorts. He then approached Nera and said, "My choice has been made, I'm going with them. I hope our next encounter will be much more pleasant." 

He jumped down with his eyes closed as per Nera's advice. The ride down was seemingly interminable yet also wasn't as long as expected. All sorts of invasive thoughts, voices, sensations, and images swirled into his head in such a chaotic manner that it was overwhelming. There was also the fact that he felt like hurtling down that abyss fast enough to cause a crater once he landed. He found himself wincing in preparation of impact, but it never happened. The sensation of falling merely stopped along with the all the "noise" coming from the drop.   

Opening his eyes he saw he was in what appeared to be the same area they were in earlier, but with various differences. It seemed like the dream world was a mirror image of this one. He quickly inspected himself for any injury and saw that there was none and then checked the room again to see the other people. Two seemed to be ready to wander off further, which to him wasn't a smart move. There was another lose clustering of people closer to him whom he approached and said, "Hey how many more people are we waiting on to arrive? "