Azwel takes the offered hand, letting Carden pull him to his feet. The Chaos energy pulses briefly, like a wobbling soap bubble. He pauses, though, looking at his hand, flexing the fingers, a puzzled look on his face.

"That name, I... d'you know I think I've heard it before?" He peers closely at Carden. "Can't for the life of me place where, though."

The question interrupts his odd little reverie. "Hm? Oh, no the astral fissure has closed. Dispersed, more like. The area's as stable as it's always been. I can sense it. Now, why don't you tell me this long story, hm?"

He starts walking, heading away from the barren space.