For the most part, Iorveth's kept to himself, not offering much in the way of personal information, but listening in to the others. At least, not until the topic of what exactly this green thing is, and the green thing they came from that almost certainly has something to do with it. He inspects the sliver of magic dividing his palm while the others talk, sitting off to the side with his weird green horse-chicken, before finally deciding to speak up.

"Does the term 'Conjunction of the Spheres' mean anything to any of you?" They don't seem to come from the same world as him, but maybe. Perhaps the mark is something that lingers once crossing over.