"I guess we'll have to wait to see what will work against it and what won't. But nevertheless, I am willing to help you if I can, angel blade or no."

"Oh. Well. Thank you, I appreciate that."

"You are welcome. If this monster isn't dealt with in your world, there is a good chance it will make its way into mine."

"... I mean, not necessarily. There's a door to a bar in the way, and I get the impression it's touchy about who goes through it and where it appears. But yeah, granted, he might go on a multiversal rampage or something. I don't know what his plan is after conquering Toril."

Castiel stands finally. "I can't help but wonder if I'll be needing that drink after all. I assume we'll use the door you came through to get here? Where will it deposit us?"

"Yeah. It'll deposit us right outside a tavern in Cania. And you might want a drink first, Cania's a real piece of work. I always thought Hell would be hot."

"Sometimes the most frigid places can be worse than the burning ones." Castiel walks up to the Bar and asks for two warm drinks for the road and offers one to Veron. "You will need warmth if we're to be travelling in Cania."

"No kidding. Thanks." He takes the drink, sipping it and looking thoughtful. "... I'm trapped in Cania, plane shifts won't work for me. You wouldn't have that problem."