His clever attempt to free at least two of his companions fell flat. They were instead brushed aside as the talk of the hunt took the forefront before they were reminded that they could have ended up as the offerings for tonight had they not ran into the cubs first. A reminder of asking questions was given before the before the bowl with the smoke pouring out was placed in his face and Keiran found he lost the ability to speak. The sensation was not dissimilar to dreaming. He was aware something was happening but he lacked the control to do anything about it. Instead he watched, no different then a fly on the wall. He saw a fort, besieged and under attack, a mass of people fleeing, and then ships. The moment lasted forever but in truth only moments past. He saw in great details and yet the fog of the smoke covered him in a haze as he came to. He knew of this fort and the people fleeing, yet he struggled to recall what he had seen with any clarity. The only thing he could recall clearly was the wrapped body of someone important to him, wrapped in the colors of his family. By the time he came too, the smoke had made him tear and he sat there, trying to make sense of what he saw. The trinket was handed to him as he went through the motions of putting it on. Beside him, Howard and Duncan did much the same, quiet and trying to make sense of what they just saw.