"Rumours torn from the taverns of any plane aware of Innistrad, small pieces of information cobbled together from fragments of half whispers, even the soul of a dead man in one particularly interesting instance. It matters little how I found out in any case as we need to get moving. Delays are... unfavourable for us in our current circumstance." Bor looks apprehensive, as if physically affected by the lack of genuine action.

"The sooner we leave for the Midnight Plane, the better a chance I would suppose we would have. Please, let us go."