It hurts to be told that again. But... Wolfwood isn't some bullshitter like that. Especially these days. Aldric smiles softly and gently ruffles Wolfwood's hair, before holding out his hand.

"I don't know what it is myself. But I've got faith in ya. Whenever you're ready, take my hand. You'll find yourself at the next step."

When he does, everything will fade to a soft light before returning to that dark smokey void and the scent of warm spices. Someone is waiting for him.