"Well I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Nigel said in response to Victor's explanation of the amnesia, though his speech was more just out loud thoughts. Nigel didn't feel a burning drive to remember who he was or where he was from. Maybe it was just for the moment but needing to ask constant questions about what seems to be the mundane was more than a bit of a chore.

After handing out the vials, Nigel's gaze set upon a bucket of 'weapons' if they could be called that. They were little better than nothing and something instinctual in Nigel made him wretch a bit at the choice of weapons. He hadn't realized he was such a snob in the instruments of combat. Despite his inner distaste Nigel picked up two axes. Each would be more comfortable wielded with two hands but Nigel figured he would be able to make due using two.

After picking up his weapons, Torquil came back in the room with a short command; read. Nigel at that moment realized he didn't like being so blatantly commanded but once more had enough insight to follow orders. 

"A please would go far." Nigel added as he walked by. Upon reaching the other room, Nigel saw another person standing just outside though for the moment he held off on proper introductions, giving a curt wave to the woman though he wasn't sure if she could see him. This room had all sorts of abnormalities aside from the little men, one of which being the ethereal note that Torquil had pointed out. Nigel crouched down to peruse the note, getting the gist of the first part from context clues and his own limited memories. What was more concerning was the hastily scribbled ending. The brute's gaze moved up to the woman he had waved at earlier before he once more approached Torquil.

"What does it mean?"