The moment he placed the cups on the table, an impressive spread of foods appeared on the table around them. Many of the warrior's favorites were among them, and yet Matoya reached for her cup as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. She sipped from it in silence, taking long enough to put out the impression that she had no intent whatsoever of saying another word.

"His soul rightfully belongs to this world's Crystal now. It departed to enrich it with his memories. What does not return with him will linger in the Mist with the remainder of the souls prevented from finding rest. You have already seen this. It manifests differently. Some lose memories, others senses, others still their abilities."