Xander only wanted to take Leena and get off this ship as soon as possible, but he somehow felt himself drawn toward the table. It was as if he was being pulled by invisible strings and could not resist the old woman's call.
"I don't...want to sit here. I'm here to take Leena back," Xander grumbled, trying his best to fight back. But his feet moved automatically, and he walked straight up to the chair and plonked down on its cold, wooden seat. "She does not belong here. Her death's on me. I can't leave her...here."
The All-Seer shook her head and curled her fingers back, calling the chair back to the table with Xander still seated upon it.
"I can see that you are nervous. You are far too afraid to lose your friend," she whispered softly. "But I admire your courage and determination. Not many Wardens would willingly risk it all and board the ship of lost souls. I suppose the least I can do is listen to you."
