When Michael saw that Morpheus and a few other half-bloods were heading to the hill, he did the same. All that he needed was stored within the pocket dimension provided by the Duat, so he was not worried in the slightest about leaving something behind. Scrolls, weapons, extra clothes, gear, and nourishment. Definitely well set. Now all he had to do was wait for the others. 

*Tell me though mortal, why do you go on this quest?*

"Well for starters there are two other magician hosting a deity coming along, it'd be pathetic of us not to undertake the same task they are when they've made it clear they are determined to see it through. Then there's also the fact I feel all of this is much bigger than a few problems in the Duat."

*True, yes....*

"This will also be my chance to prove myself worthy of being a host to a god. You may have chosen me, but we still have too many idiots thinking it is a mistake."

Sobek said nothing, as he usually did when he was satisfied with the answers given and wanted to ask no more questions. Michael was now at the top of the hill and stood regally as he waited. The crocodile staff stood in front of him, and he rested his hands on it as he waited for the rest to come, namely Myra and Andrew.