Turgon grimaces. "I would prefer you stay alive as well, brother."

He nods. "I suppose so. I was thinking about seeking the library. Perhaps there will be information there. Tis not as if our ... kidnappers? Hosts? Seem to have much idea of what is going on either."

He pulls at his collar again and then sighs and moves to yank off his overrobe.

"And why is it so damnably hot?"