"It does feel good. Those of us who made the potion were not able to experience being here much, we were obviously very focused. So this is my first time being able to really see the Nether." Istredd occasionally left to eat or to gather more ingredients, but he never lingered anywhere, he was always right back to work. It was too important not to. Lucifer was on him to sleep here and there, but he would just dream about the potion.

The name gives him momentary pause but he is not going to jump to conclusions right away. "Istredd, from Thorne." Sam said the Free Cities so he assumes that's where he was Summoned to. An interesting place so vastly different from what he's used to, from what he's heard.

"I never know whether to say welcome to this sphere or not, considering none of us have a choice in being here." It's not exactly a happy reality for many. "Some of us prefer it here, but not all." For Istredd this is the best option for him, albeit if he can get away from Thorne it would be better.