[Doing his best to twist in the grip of his constricting captors, Owen cranes his neck until he’s able to gaze sightlessly up at the source of the words. There’s a flash of teeth as he does his best to grin and pretend like he isn’t currently as frantic as he feels, and he makes a motion towards the vines with one free hand.]

Oh you know, the details aren’t really important. The important part is getting me down, right? That’s totally it. C’mon, be a dear?

[He’ll parse out what ‘the Temple’ means in a little bit. When he’s not currently being held captive by angry vegetation.]