"Is anywhere safe for mere men this day and age," Thalesin mumbled looking at the orb ",Well then this shall help I guess but I do not trust your Lords, I shall leave my faith in those I know."
When he had joined this expedition few knew he was from another realm entirely, across the ocean. The undead plague was as rampant there as it was here when he arrived. He spoke little of his home realm, not wishing to discuss the events that tragically lead to it's corruption and by now its demise. He looked out across the sands of the desert. If this was truly his task and purpose he would aid in getting them across. He might of been pessimistic but he had hope that they would make it, faith in his own Gods and Lords that they would make it.
"Faraam, keep us safe," he said to himself before handing the orb back to Emilia ",and let those seeking to destroy us, have a grizzly fate in store for them."