Deep within him, a part of Viatorus unclenches with the relief of hearing what he believed confirmed, or agreed with. At least as far as dreams being a way to traverse realms. Having any degree of certainty regarding what he has always known as hypothetical, unreachable things seems too good to be true, but he knows that he already trusts, already believes wholeheartedly that what Micolash says has some truth.

Calmer, now, he rubs his knuckles thoughtfully. What does he do with this newfound assurance, this small revelation? Whatever it is, he must not let this chance pass. That much he knows. Life is too short, and time is too little.

"Do you know how to?" His eyes drift up to Micolash's headwear. "That's what your work is meant to do, isn't it? The… 'Mensis Ritual'…? The cage?"