As suspected, the answer was less satisfactory than he had wished for. Huffing in agitation, Waver cast a glance back at the trembling Sinbad. Although they didn't know eachother well, that level of anger unlike anything he had imagined to see in his fellow traveller's eyes.

"...And what are you aiming to get, if the truth doesn't even matter to you?" He crossed his arms, casting a withering glance out into the darkness. If nothing else, egging their antagonist on with some pointed words might get them a few clues about how to proceed.