Ariadne nodded, just slightly. She knew, of course, that she was going to have to talk about it. Not just because the information was important, but because she'd spent enough time watching people to understand the danger of bottling up something like this. Admittedly, now that she was on the other side of the situation, she could definitely see the appeal. But it felt a little selfish. Especially in a place like Asgard.

"When we got there, a group of us went inside," she said. "We passed through some kind of barrier. It allowed us to pass, but wouldn't let us go back the other way." She shrugged. "Magic, I guess. Deeper in the cave, we found a cavern where the missing travelers were sitting around a fire. They were all...sick."

Sick. Sick wasn't specific enough. Ariadne had experienced it all firsthand. And she knew Connor liked details.

"There was this...burn first, like acrid static through the veins. It caused a deep bruising along all of our skins." She ran her splayed fingers up the side of her leg, as if to illustrate. "After about an hour or so, all the muscles tensed up. Taste of metal. Then cramping. And then...numbness. I guess that part was a mercy."