During all of this Tekan and Karx had been captured by the Cult of Flaming Blades soon after encountering, and subsequently bypassing their wall of eternal fire.
Currently they were in one of the cult's fairly numerous cell's, waiting for both interrogation, and the dictation of their fate by the Cult's leader once they had the time.
Karx had of course reacted fairly strongly at first, taking to flights of worried fancy, planning, and muttering before calming down and essentially immersing himself in his journals, which were returned with the majority of his supplies after any potentially dangerous one were removed, as he hurriedly wrote out all of what he'd so far seen, and witnessed in confirmation, and addition of what he knew of the cult.
Tekan on the other hand had arrived calmly... at least before his Scythe, and cloak were taken. One for being a weapon, the other to both ensure he could preform no hidden movements, and after their captors had a fairly noticeable reaction to the runes and markings across his form. Currently he'd taken to angered muttering while left alone, and enraged yelling at their guards while they were in view. He'd also managed to cover the interior of his cell in fairly detailed, and relatively astounding artistic designs using his natural strength, and self-given 'claws'.