[If they still live, yes. While being in his own body and feeling the numbing cold on his extremities leads him to believe they are quite alive, Hythlodaeus still cannot say for certain. He offers a smile.]

If memory serves, there was an old adage about heading towards a light.

[He chuckles briefly, turning to better survey their surroundings. He hadn't had a chance to previously. It was a dreary, decrepit old graveyard, blanketed with a cold mist from the rain. It smelled strongly of wet, tilled earth and bit with a chill that sunk below the skin.]

Full pleased am I to have the pleasure. I am Hythlodaeus.