[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel grunts at the mention of food -- it has been weeks now since he has last eaten. "Agreed," he says, climbing up to strap himself into the nearest seat. "We have a difficult trek ahead of us through largely uninhabited lands. We're driving right down the path of the Beast as it tore across Eurasia. And crossing the Infernal Sea won't be a simple endeavor, either. We should try to find somewhere we can resupply."

Giving Feenai a wry look, he adds, "Since my MID appears to no longer function, perhaps you or Michael or tap into the Network for us and try to find somewhere we could stop to rest. Preferably free of lunatic priests, if you please."