Ruin halted at the head of the caravan as Dread noticed no one seemed quite as anxious as him to leave and move on to better things, like booze, women, stories and women and booze. The chime seemed to punch him in the ear holes as he winced and stuck in a finger, wiggling it around in a vain attempt at clearing out the noise. As one may have guessed... it didn't work.
"Uhh," he looked around for the disembodies mechanical voice. "I'm Dread Delgath... I just said that, like twenty seconds ago... to her." He pointed at he mounted fae on her unicorn. "I want, uhh... titties and beer. Not, like... my own tits, but like, someone with really amazing tits to bring me beer." He dismounted Ruin and walked towards the gem, wading slowly through people as he did, making room for himself to get closer as the Fae girl spewed a million questions at it. "All kinds of beer. And uhh, that last question... wow, that's a uh, doozie. I mean, why are any of us here, really? I mean, ain't we been asking ourselves that question since we could ask questions?"
"Why have it explained to you?" He said to Sigil, whom he towered over. She was majestic and radiant to his primal... dimness. "If you can't understand it without an explanation, then you certainly won't understand the explanation," he said to her with all the charm and courtesy she expected from a man like him. "Sure!" He said a loud to the voice. "Set us up a Pantheon. A Genesis Seed sounds like something I could have some fun with."