Kirin listened, fascinated. Something the man had said nagged at him, though.

"Lorenas? We're meant to survive and keep on, right? Surely there's something we can do to help, even if it's just the two of us?" He knew, at least, that life would survive. But Corone, the people on it now--surely not all of them had to die. Kirin wasn't the most compassionate of people, he knew that, but Corone was, for better or worse, his home. He had people he cared about here. Gods, disgustingly, he found that he wanted to... help.

My, but he was getting soft in his age.

"Those tomes--they're what the prophet said? What all is in them?"