[They're quite fortunate not to be pursued by actual beasts. These shambling mounds of vines cannot match their pace even on a good day. That is quite fortunate or them both since Regis cannot run. He hasn't been able to run in years thanks to his bad leg.

A result of his pact with the Divine and the Crystal both.]

They need help? The Gods? [A grumpy sigh escapes him. He already dislikes the sound of this and he just arrived.] If these deities require aid, it would've been better to ask it rather than steal us.

On the contrary, the Divine are known for their hubris.