"I have no desire to lose my eyes." Guy admitted. His own irritation building. Why was he standing here talking to this... angel when Marian was out there somewhere, possibly as lost as he was.
The confession, and the downward look of threw Guy off for a moment. "You were brought here, as well?" He questioned. That was what he made of it. "What sort of witchcraft is at work here?" He murmured more to himself than anything else. If an Angel of God could be drawn here... "Have you a name Angel?"