Blackout
Rebel Camp
Karnariel returns Lexianna's uncertain expression. Jaylen sets himself at the table where thre map is. 
"First, I want to thank you for recusing me. Even though you foolishly fell for an obvious trap. I'd have been left there to die otherwise. You have my deepest gratitude." Jaylen produces a small pastry he found in camp and takes a bite. "Secondly, this place was designed to trap people such as yourself. Paracausal beings of reality. Easy to get in. No way to get out." Jaylen stops. "Well, that's not exactly true. There is one way out. If you seize control of this subdued reality and negate the "rules" put in place. But doing that is a daunting task. The Lords hold the keys to the Realm where the False One watches. And only all six unison can open the way."

Jaylen is quiet for a moment. 
"Lastly, there is the matter of the hands. He's made them using blood. Demons blood and blood of a person whom he calls the Messiah. I don't know much about this Messiah but he's a wound in reality. His very existence seeps darkness. " Jaylen sighs. "I'll answer whatever questions you have to the best of my ability."