Micolash perks up, remembering as well now. "Oh! Yes. Yes! Wondering if one has left one's home without intent of return, was it? I certainly have a great deal to say on such matters, should you care to hear it."

Not that he pauses long enough for Faris to inject if he'd rather not. Instead, Micolash straightens up and tugs his tattered scholar's regalia to rights. Making sure he looks presentable in his dirty, ragged clothing and towering iron cage, of course. "I made extensive plans to leave most literally everything behind in Yahar'gul. My belongings, my school, my very body. All for the hope of traversing to the higher planes of the Nightmare. And arrival went exactly as planned with...a few. Oversights. And...unplanned developments." Micolash's droning speech slows as he plucks and picks his words carefully. Musn't make anything sound like it was out of hand.