Either way, he felt himself out of questions he felt the need to ask; part of him was curious about many things, but another part feared the sort of answers he would find.
"What happens now?" He asked.
"Yes, I was getting to that," Adam told him, "For now, you may rest in the garden; find the tree bearing gray fruit and you will find the place of hospice I have arranged for you and your friend."
Being told that, he was quick to nod and go over to where the unconscious elf was laying, hoisting him up with his singular arm and finally venturing into the serene garden.
Truthfully, he had grown incredibly fatigued mentally in his conversation with the Primordial, seeking to leave his presence.
Losing an arm sucks, but I have my own plan…You've underestimated Blimpo, Primordial. You can keep that arm–I'll just get myself a better one, he planned.