Roland listens closely, his expression changing the more he hears. Softening a very little bit. It's not pity that changes his face, but some small measure of empathy. "Not on your own. I know most come here in the middle of something. Some even go back. The god who took you might know - they have 'inboxes' on the network, same as we do, though I guess there's no guarantee any of them will answer."