John registered the paladin's statement in passing, like a part of a conversation he wasn't interested in. He reached forward still, the wall writhed...invitingly? No, curiously was better. What was it made of? Would it reach out and touch him back? He wanted to touch it.

A hand on his wrist, rough and yanking down, rescued John from his thoughts. He inhaled sharply, looking around almost for the first time since he saw the wall. He looked down to the hand that wrapped a little more than halfway around his wrist, and pulled away from the grasp, looking down at his hand like it had betrayed him.

"It...spoke? Something like that. I don't remember really," John said, trying to put his thoughts, already forgotten, into words. Lorenor spoke up in the silence.

"Best we keep our hands to ourselves, yes? We still don't know anything about this place."

John's eyes were adjusting to the darkness, but he didn't look at the wall again, even though he was catching the sinuous motion out of the corner of his eyes. Even when the paladin summoned light from his sword, he did not look. He hoped Gum was working on getting them out of here. He started to walk through the doorway, ready to be out of wherever they were.

"Best we not think about it either, too," The half-giant said. "Gum, do you know where these spirits are from, or how they were brought here?"

Famed strength indeed, bloody useless if I get distracted by a wall of all things.