Thalesin walked in silence. Besides the last few times he had spoken, he had been up until that point a silent traveler as well. He felt like he had little in common with the others, he came from a place over seas, they were different from him yet one in the same. Seemed the curse stretched farther then just one land. He had been in his own head when the new stranger on the rock appeared in front of him. They seemed though not to care much about them like the man before who apparently must of been called Maelstrom. He didn't pay much attention to the conversation. Unless there was a fight going to happen he had no need to worry about someone new who seemed to just give the same warning as others. Turn back, it was always the same. Never going to find a cure, never going to survive. Over and over again it was the same thing others would say in there quest from those they had met. He had learned to tune them out quite well. If only he still had his fellowship from his homelands.