From the Journal of Orrin Derrikkross

My lungs felt as if they would burst, but I could not bring myself out.  I could not draw breath.  A few moments ago I had seen Cabal effortlessly emerge from the pool with no ill effects.  I had been under no longer than he, and I could not bring myself out.  Though I was trapped, it truly wasn't what a rouge would call a trap.  It was easy to figure out how to get out, but another matter entirely to get out.

The things I saw while in the pool were astonishing and beautiful and when I thought too much about where they were coming from, it made me sick.

A couple of days ago, we were in the city