"You seem to like wind."

It was a dry statement, hard to tell if Tieria was joking or not. He frowned.

"I am not certain what is involved, truly, but I am most definitely beginning to realize that it is not something in our own worlds that is controlling it." So no punishments, no special assignments, no enemies, no captures, no weird hallucinatory drugs. They were pulled, not pushed, and finding a way to escape that pull was Tieria's current goal.