Trahearne's expression now is a bit more sympathetic. That uncertainty was something he had been stopping to confront more and more often lately, even coming from a world like his, where many of those questions had been answered centuries ago. "It does tend to be complicated. ... My own people are so new to Tyria that we don't yet know what happens to us after we die, other than how the Dream keeps our memories. So far, it's one of our greatest mysteries."

He cast his gaze downward to the leg bone he had used as a wand, running his fingers over the cracks that had formed. Without the proper preparation, channeling that much magic through the bone hadn't treated it very kindly. "As for the Mists, it's easy to visit, but quite another matter to enter such a domain. Being able to find it, much less know how to enter, is so rare as to be the stuff of legends. Yet it's not at all impossible to find certain spirits, or speak to them from the material plane, if you know how to do it."