"You're right, it's been quiet since your party returned. Which is welcome, the things I was seeing, I wouldn't want to relive."

He shudders a bit, not wanting to think nor talk about it.

"It wasn't just myself either, I think some of us were seeing other peoples visions. Someone else's hallucination." There's a clench of his jaw because if there's one thing he hates more than anything it's the guilt of seeing someone else's private thoughts. It was like seeing their deaths through the graves but worse because he had no context for what was happening.