Niflheim. He eyed the journal in his hand, well, Niflheim wasn't so far. But travelling with others was not exactly his favorite thing to do. The raven wasn't so bad, but he was a bird and hardly considered an 'other' at times. "Niflheim, hm? I'll be taking my leave of you all then, to see what I can do about Lady Delirium's lord and lady."

The Corinthian gave an obliging nod. Death always made him uneasy, for all of her niceties and 'normal' demeanor. She hardly had the same presence as his Lord Dream, but all the same... she was Death, and she did know him, which was always inconvenient. He preferred people to ignore his nature for the most part.