[Serph reflexively raises an arm to block the thrown stone from striking his body. Jayce somehow looks worse than the day Serph had shown him the message that had been burned onto his arm by the shrine. At least that day Jayce could hold a coherent conversation. This was... the word manic springs to mind.

Despite the alarming scene before him, Serph keeps his voice calm and even.]

Jayce. Listen to me. It's night and you're far outside the Convoy's shields.

[And there's always monsters about. Not all of them are local.]

You need to come with me back to the Convoy where it's safe. Then we can talk, alright?