[Despite the playful cut of Lucius' cheeky grin, Eridanus' brows raise higher on his wrinkled forehead as he takes in the information presented to him. A venture to the Diadem, but only incorporeally, is what awaits them. Yet Lucius—ever the optimist, it seems—doesn't show the least bit of skepticism for this plot.]

And we are to trust the person who is offering such a thing? We do not know what will happen to us, if what they promise will truly work, nor if it is safe. [Eridanus' tone goes firm with his last point, because even if Lucius is used to dying overmuch, he has already died plenty in this world. At some point, he knows he will start to lose memories.]

Where is our benefactor and our means for interdimensional travel, then? I doubt someone was able to get the magic to make a portal, so it must be by some technological means.