This was absolutely disorienting for Orym. Seconds before, he'd been settling down for the evening, trying to ease out all of the tension of the expectations and necessities of the next day. He'd been trying to reassure himself of the situation, ease the concerns that had flooded through him. After hearing all of the potentially wrought complications that might be involved in Imogen's situation, of certain aspects of that situation being dictated by Ruidus with all of the implications and weight that that could hold, layered on top of the pressure of Ash basically relying on all of them to not fuck up something that they were already provably bad at, it had all felt like way too much when he'd laid down to sleep for the hours before his evening watch had started.
Honestly, Orym had thought at first that it had been a horrific dream that he'd been thrust into, isolated on blasted barren desert plains, surrounded by nothing for miles except for some ominous glowing lights and clouds sunken way too low in the sky to be normal. No sign of any of the others, probably one of his greatest fears manifested in a way that he couldn't deny, it wasn't until he'd stumbled towards the weird lights in the distance and been greeted by a being whose presence was overwhelming in a way that he couldn't quite put into words and a device pressed into his hand while he was directed to a large building in the distance. Wary, overwhelmed, and confused particularly upon this individual (creature's) departure, Orym had set down on a bench underneath the weirdly glowing hat sign above him and tried to make sense of what was going on by reaching out for help.
Of course, the last thing he'd expected was to be greeted by the Tempest herself. He'd thought, at first, that it had looked oddly like her. But the images on these devices were so small, and redheads weren't exactly a rare and nearly extinct species. Plus, it hadn't made sense in his mind. She was back home, in Zephrah, overseeing the village and trying to plug the supply lines that Poska had been drawing her black market supply of residuum from. So he'd ignored that initial instinct and pressed forward in the conversation only to have the entire time situation dropped at his feet. It was Keyleth, a young one, from a handful of years after the defeat of Vecna, from when she was still very much becoming the leader that she was today, and he was still very much a child who ran on admiration and hero worship. It was going to be an adjustment. And he was... really going to have to try to not make it awkward.
Of course, he could hardly have said no, though, when she offered to come and get him and show him the way to where everyone else was. Wariness had kept him from following the directions that entity had given, an expectation that a stranger would be trying to lead him into a trap. But Keyleth wasn't a stranger. Far from it. So if she could be the one to lead him, he was going to take the opportunity... no matter how weird it would be to see her... Gods help him, younger than he was.