- I’ve been very busy lately. Most of my time outside of classes and lessons is spent working on my spells. Renner wants to go soon, so I’m trying to make it so that Terellion can come too. I need to expand both the invisibility spell and the sound-dampening spell to work for three people. Renner keeps reminding me that I need to be able to cast other spells as well. He knows the two-person versions of the spells are already pushing the limit. I’ve managed to increase the invisibility, but I can’t maintain it for long. It makes me very hungry for cake as well. I need to find a way to make it more efficient so that it doesn’t take everything I have just to keep it active for a few seconds.
- Terellion wants to go because he thinks he can protect me, but it’ll be my fault if anything happens to him. I guess in more than one way if I can’t keep my invisibility over everyone and my alternate self winds up doing something to him. I hope that doesn’t happen. Maybe he’ll be reasonable when we find him.
- I don’t have high hopes for that. I know that if I were running from people who wanted to catch me, I would fight back when they caught me. Actually, I’ve done that before. Everyday I was at the hawkstrider farm, I tried to run, and everyday they would catch me and I would try to kick or punch them. I’m not very strong so it didn’t work very well. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately too because my cousin and one of the workers from the farm are staying here while working on Lani’s new building. I really wish my father had found someone else, but at least he didn’t send that one hawkstrider trainer. I wouldn’t have let him in.
- Anyway, I expect my alternate self will fight back. I’m afraid, but hopefully we can surprise him.
- We’re still working on the portal reconstruction of the one we found in Silvermoon. He had taken Vaildor to the time our eyes turned green right after kidnapping him. I didn’t like going there to collect the dust, but it had to be done. Renner said there’s something odd about the portal we found there, and I agreed after he pointed it out. It’s almost as if the crystals are manipulating their own time. It would be like if I cast a spell to make myself ten years older. Renner said we have to hurry before they become useless. I have to be ready with my spells very soon.
- On top of all the things I have to do with my studies and my alternate self, I still have the school to run, the ball to plan, and people to go see. Luckily, Tik has been taking care of most of the planning for the ball, so I don’t have to worry so much about that. They’ve started working on the garden too. I did have to tell him that space needed to be left for the memorial stone that will be ready soon. I explained it, but I don’t think he quite understands why I’m getting it.
- That’s just one of the things I’m doing to maybe help Terellion trust me. I’ve had secrets, like the bug, and I think I should do something to make things better. I’ve been doing things like visiting my mother and inviting Vallindra to supper.
- My mother was surprised to see me. She’s living at her sister’s home in one of the really upscale parts of Silvermoon. My aunt has a big house and a courtyard with crazy fountains and a pool. My mother is seeing the poolboy. I think he’s younger than me, which is a bit weird seeing some strange guy kiss my mother. Anyway, I told her about a bunch of things I had blamed my sisters for, but I had really done. Then I figured since I was being honest, I’d tell her the truth about Vaildor. I don’t think she believed me. I teleported before she could do anything to make sure I stayed to get help for my delusions or whatever.
- It was something she said earlier though that really got to me. She seemed happy that I’m still asking to be called Hethurin Fairsong instead of using the name I was given at birth. I don’t know if she was being sincere, or if she’s just trying reverse psychology on me. Normally, I’d think it was just her trying to make me think that she’s happy with it so that I’ll start asking to be called Sanimir again, but then when I think about it, she doesn’t have much reason to care about what I call myself anymore. Before, she wanted me to be able to pass on my father’s name, but now, they’re not together.
- I hate the thought of making her happy. She’s made me very unhappy sometimes.
- Everyone here knows me as Hethurin Fairsong, but I guess most of the people who know me, also know it’s not my real name. I wish the Confessor was around right now. Maybe he’d have some ideas.
- I timeported to Dalaran and took care of another. There was a human there who used to go to the library, and I laughed at him with some of the other apprentices because he was fat. It was weird speaking common again. I haven’t in so long. I think he forgave me. He said he did anyway.
- The visit with Vallindra went well. Better than expected, actually. I was a bit upset earlier that day when a courier arrived with a letter from her. He mentioned not having far to take my reply, so I asked if she was staying at the inn. No, she has a house not far away. She said she’s remapping the ley-lines in the area. I don’t think she’d lie about that. It’s all she does.
- She did ask for permission to map the lines on the estate grounds. I told her it was okay as long as she checked in with Tik each morning to let us know where she is and how long she’ll be there. I said it was because sometimes the students practice outside, and I wouldn’t want one to accidentally turn her into a sheep. I do think that would be quite funny, but it would probably make her mad, and anyway, that was just part of the reason. The big reason is that I just want to know where she is when she’s that close to the school. I don’t trust her.
- It still hurts that Terellion doesn’t trust me, but I hope he will after all of this.
Hethurin Fairsong left the note in the bedroom, on the table near the fireplace. Terellion would be able to find it easily if he needed to, and if he didn’t need to, then Hethurin would be back in time to dispose of it and tell him where he went for lunch in person. He wasn’t really hungry again, but no doubt the person whom he planned to see today would try to feed him. He hadn’t ate breakfast either, so maybe he’d be able to force something down.
He cast his teleport and appeared outside the house he wished to visit today along one of the fancier avenues of the city. There was a gate in front. Hethurin frowned. He didn’t remember there being a front gate before when his mother dragged him along for visits with her sister. He could teleport to the other side, but now he saw someone approaching. It was a private guard, hired by the family to watch the gate. Hethurin recalled seeing him before.
“Sanimir Lightmist!” the guard smiled as he began to unlock the gate. “It’s been ages since you’ve come to visit. Come in. Come in!”
Hethurin twitched an ear at the use of his old name, but stepped up the walkway as he was let in. He heard the man locking the gate behind him. “I’ve come to visit my mother. Is she available to see me?”
“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to know that you’re here. Come this way, please.”
The guard led him inside and to a sitting room. Hethurin knew there was more than one, and that this one was more of a visitor’s waiting room more than anything else. He sat and waited.
After a few minutes he heard someone approaching quickly. He looked up just as his mother appeared in the doorway. “Sanimir! You’re really here!” She ran to him, her arms open and outstretched, and embraced him.
Hethurin had little choice but to allow himself to be hugged. He decided he did have a choice of whether or not to hug her back. He didn’t. He twitched his ear again at use of his old name, and looked towards the hallway she had come from. There was someone else there now.
“Oh, have you met Bailas Morningray yet? Of course you haven’t. You’ve only just arrived, and it’s been months since I last saw you. You really should visit more often, dear. Anyway, this is Bailas. He was here to clean the pool one day. I convinced him to stay. Bailas, this is my son, Sanimir.”
Hethurin twitched an ear, “Hi. You can call me Hethurin.” He looked at the man a bit unsure of what else to say. He was young, handsome, and muscular. There was no doubt in Hethurin’s mind that he was only seeing his mother for her money.
The man nodded in greeting. Before he could say anything, Verisna asked, “Are you still using that name?”
“Yes, mother. I don’t intend to stop.”
His mother smiled, a reaction that Hethurin wasn’t expecting. “Your poor father. Not only does he know his name ends with you, but the Lightmists will be known as poor farmers when they’re all gone. Rather amusing, don’t you think?” A satisfied smile stayed on her face for a moment before she spoke again, changing the subject. “We were about to have lunch on the patio. Come, there’s enough for you too.”
Hethurin followed his mother and her friend to the patio behind the house. His mother poured an extra glass of wine and set it in front of him.
“You know you could teach here. Some of the Silvermoon schools are looking for more teachers. You could even stay here with us if you wanted. You don’t have to stay out in the Ghostlands to teach.”
“I like the Ghostlands.”
“But it must get so boring having to do all the administrative work as well. If you taught here in Silvermoon, someone else would take care of that for you.”
“I like doing my own work.”
His mother frowned and sipped her wine. “Certainly, it’s easier to live here in the city. You have all that you need close by.”
“I can teleport.” Hethurin reached for some bread. “Actually, I came here to talk to you about some things Sanimir did.”
His mother looked at him. He looked at his mother’s friend.
“Bailas, love, perhaps you could go check with the cook to make sure the meal is done on time.”
“Of course.” He stood and leaned to kiss Verisna before going.
Hethurin sat in his chair and cringed while trying not to look. After he left, Hethurin asked, “How old is he? He can’t be over 100.”
His mother shrugged and sipped her wine. “You really should stay here. Maybe then you’d learn how mature he is. What was it you came to talk about?”
Hethurin decided to go ahead with why he was here, and forget about Bailas. “Okay, I have confessions.”
His mother raised a brow.
“A lot of times, when I was little, I would drop dishes and break them, by mistake, but I’d blame my sisters, and that wasn’t by mistake. I did that because I could get away with it.”
“I’m not worried about some old dishes, Sanimir.”
“That’s not all. Once I was running around the table in the dining room, and Aranae was with me, and we were just playing. I pulled the table cloth by accident, and broke a vase on the table. That vase had flowers that Nessna had just gathered for you from the woods, and you were mad, and I felt really bad, but I blamed Aranae and you believed me.”
“That vase used to be your grandmother’s. I remember that. You broke it?”
“It always was an ugly vase.”
Hethurin frowned, “Once I saved a mouse from a cat outside, and I brought the mouse inside and I was going to keep it, but it got away. I don’t know where it went.”
His mother paled and stared at him for a moment before taking another sip of her wine. She put the wine glass down. “Thankfully, I’ve moved.”
“I don’t think mice live that long, mother.”
“Another time I climbed a cabinet and it tipped over and fell on me. Esladra saved me, but the cabinet was broken and a bunch of the things that fell out of the cabinet broke. You came to see what the noise was, and I told you that Esladra did it. I had a couple of scrapes from it and she pointed those out, but then I said that she did that just to make it look like me, and you believed me.”
“What is your point with all of this?”
“Another time, you left Vallindra to watch me, and she was supposed to give me supper while you and father went out. She did, but she didn’t let me do other things I wanted to do, like walk on furniture and jump on my bed, so I told you that she didn’t feed me, and you believed me.”
“My name is Hethurin. However, someone named Sanimir showed up at the school a few weeks ago and dropped off a kid named Vaildor. He was my alternate self from another timeline. He kidnapped Vaildor from our timeline and left a dead baby in his place. He was raising him in another timeline and now he’s a teenager and staying with Lani.”
“I know some people you could talk to. You need help. You need to stay. I’ll take care of everything.”
“No. That was the last one. I have to go.” Hethurin cast his teleport back to the school.
We all know by now that Warlords of Draenor is bringing updated character models with it. I found a tool on wod.wowhead.com that lets you view your own character with the updated models, as long as your character is a dwarf, gnome, orc or male tauren. Thankfully, I don’t have too many of those so I can put them all in one post.
I have far more dwarves than you’d think. Here are some screenshots of them before and with new models. I’m not sure I’m happy with the female dwarves. They all look like they just woke up! Also the death knight skin colors aren’t done for the faces yet, as you’ll see when you get to Seigne.
My gnomes over level 10 that I could view with the new model are all female. I love how crazy the little rogue looks.
Yes, I have a couple. Again, I think the death knight skins need updating yet.
And last, male tauren:
I think they look a little bit better than they did on the preview images that were released, but their nostrils quadrupled in size which seems a bit weird.
I’m still waiting for the elf models!
Magister Hethurin Fairsong was skipping lunch again. He wasn’t hungry, and decided to take advantage of the time to work on atoning for the lies and the secrets he had kept over the years. The one he had chosen today was one of the bigger ones. He had teleported to just outside the inn on the Scryer’s Tier, near the small house where he used to live with Aeramin. He could have waited until Aeramin had come to the school this week to teach his fire classes, but after taking the matter into consideration, he decided he’d rather not have an angry summoner at the school. He took a deep breath, walked up to the door, and knocked.
Aeramin opened the door, his brow raised, “Hello Hethurin. I didn’t know you were bringing the students to the library this week.”
Hethurin smiled slightly, trying to hide how nervous he felt, “Hi. I’m not here with the students. I came to talk to you. Can I come in?”
Aeramin hesitated, studying Hethurin’s face before answering, “No. Imralion isn’t here, and I don’t think he’d like you coming in while he’s gone. It’s lunch time though, did you want to go grab something to eat somewhere?”
“I’m not hungry, but I do need to talk to you.”
“Well, I am hungry, so I guess you’ll just have to follow me to get something to eat.” Aeramin smiled.
Hethurin sighed, “Fine.”
“We’ll go to the one just in the next building with the terrace. They have juice made from the berries from Netherstorm. You might like that even if you’re not hungry.” Aeramin turned away from the door and went to the table, leaving Hethurin standing just outside. Hethurin peered inside. It was much the way he remembered it when he lived there. Some of the paintings that Aeramin’s mother had made before she died hung on the walls. Aeramin noticed Hethurin looking in. “Let me just leave a note for Imralion to let him know where I am, just in case he comes back early.”
Hethurin nodded and turned to look at the other buildings while waiting for Aeramin. He would have to bring the students back to visit the library soon. He had a feeling he’d be coming back within the week anyway. He had to, unfortunately, pay a visit to Vallindra as well. He would rather not, but he had wronged her in the past. He did wonder if her wronging him had evened things out, and made it unnecessary to apologize for his wrong-doing. He couldn’t be sure, but he figured if he did admit to what he did and apologize, then he’d be ahead of her.
“I’m all set.” Aeramin locked the door and joined Hethurin. “It’s right here.” Aeramin pointed as he walked towards the building.
Despite having lived next to it for a few months, Hethurin had never gone inside to eat. He followed Aeramin to one of the tables on the terrace overlooking the city below. He sat down, thankful that Aeramin had chosen one not too close to the few other tables with people at them. He decided to order the berry juice after all, and found it was very good. He wondered if they sold some that he could take home.
“What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?” Aeramin asked before taking a bite of his sandwich.
Hethurin frowned as he looked around to make sure no one was listening. He lowered his voice, “Remember I told you I’m learning chronomancy?”
“Yes, and if you’ve done anything to get in trouble with it, I don’t think anything I can do can help.”
“I’m not asking for help!” Hethurin exclaimed, then lowered his voice again after a quick glance around at the people at other tables, “But I did do something.”
Aeramin lowered his voice as well and leaned in closer, “What did you do?”
Hethurin hesitated, and looked down at his glass of juice, “It was during the middle of last summer, and I hadn’t met Terellion yet, and I guess I was lonely. I didn’t even mean to do anything, I just wanted to see you without, you know, being weird.”
Aeramin raised a brow, “So you did something concerning me?” He paused, then added, “With your chronomancy? And this was last summer? I suppose I wouldn’t know about it if you changed something for me, would I? So, I’ll ask again. What did you do? How are things supposed to be?”
“Umm,” Hethurin hesitated. There wasn’t any easy way to put it. “Your father is supposed to be dead.”
“Why would you go back and save him?” Aeramin almost laughed, a bemused expression on his face.
“No, that’s not what I did.”
“You just said you did.”
“I did, but I didn’t mean to.”
“Oh, so you didn’t mean to save him. How was he supposed to die?”
“He was supposed to fight against the Scourge attacking the city. He was supposed to die then.”
“He couldn’t fight because of his…” Aeramin’s voice trailed off as he remembered the night his father’s leg was injured with arcane magic. He had just been trying to make some money, but his father had arrived home early that night. He had been drunk, of course, and had started a fight with Aeramin. He had never approved of the ways Aeramin had found to make sure they had the gold they needed. Aeramin’s client that night just happened to be a magister who believed in vigilante justice. He had cast his spell, and disappeared. Because of the injury his father received that night, he was unsuitable for combat years later when the Scourge attacked the city. Aeramin twitched an ear, “That was you that night.”
“You were blond. I had to give a description to the guards. I remember you were blond.”
“A disguise so that you wouldn’t recognize me in your future.”
Aeramin sat in silence a few moments, staring at his half-finished sandwich. Finally he spoke, “He was supposed to die. Do you realize how much shit I’ve gone through because you… you… what were you even doing there? Can’t you control yourself?”
“I just went to see you from a distance, then the next thing I knew you were dragging me down an alley and into that place you were living.”
“This is hardly my fault!” Aeramin said loud enough that some of the other restaurant patrons turned and looked at the two.
Hethurin frowned and looked down again. He replied quietly, “No, it’s not. I shouldn’t have been there in the first place, and when you tried to get me to go with you, I should have been better at saying no. I really messed up. I’m sorry. I’m also sorry for keeping it from you for so long. I should have told you last summer after I did it.”
“You shouldn’t have done it.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Aeramin appeared to calm down a little, though he still looked irritated. His ear twitched as he picked up his sandwich and took another bite.
“Do you forgive me?” Hethurin asked.
“Why don’t you spend a week with my father, and tell me how quickly I should forgive you?”
Hethurin looked up from his juice and replied, “I’ll do that if you want me to, but I need to take care of this thing with my brother first. Will you still give your lessons at the school? This isn’t the students’ fault. They shouldn’t be punished. You’re really good at teaching them fire magic.”
Aeramin sighed, “For them, I’ll be there. I can’t say how long it’ll be before I’m ready to talk to you again.”
“Thank you.” Hethurin left his money for his drink on the table and teleported back to the Ghostlands.
Magister Hethurin Fairsong didn’t feel like eating lunch today. He hadn’t for a while, but now circumstances had changed and he still wasn’t very hungry. That was mostly because he still had a lot on his mind. Instead of fishing, or working on lessons as he often did when he wasn’t feeling well, today he had cast a teleport to Silvermoon. He had finally spoken with Terellion, and found his love still didn’t trust him and with good reason. Hethurin had so many secrets. He hadn’t realized just how many he kept. He told Terellion as many as he could think of, from telling him that Renner is his teacher and a bronze dragon, to things that he had done decades ago when he was a kid.
He felt horrible now, after admitting everything he had ever done. He decided the best way to feel better would be to make amends somehow. Some things would be more difficult than others.
He walked down the street he had teleported to and dropped a couple of letters in the mailbox. Nearby was a shop he needed to visit. The door was propped open. Though winter was less pronounced here, summer really was getting closer. Hethurin walked into the shop.
There was a man behind a counter that lined one side of the shop. The opposite wall was lined with stone tablets, most of them sitting on the ground, but some smaller models were on a shelf above the ones on the floor. The man sitting behind the counter looked up from the book he was reading as Hethurin walked in, “Can I help you?”
“I need a stone memorial made. I need it to be suitable to be placed in a garden.”
The man reached under the counter and took a binder out of one of the spaces behind it. He placed it on the counter and opened it so that Hethurin could see. It was full of example drawings.
“Did you have any specific design in mind? We can engrave anything you want on the stone.”
“Can you shape the stone?”
The man nodded and turned the page to show him some of the shapes he had designed himself.
“What about wings? Can you give it wings?”
“Wings, yes. How big do you want the stone to be?”
Hethurin turned and pointed to one of the stones on the floor. While not massive, it wouldn’t get lost in the flowers and shrubs. “I’d like something like that.”
“Yes. I can do something like that with wings. What name do you want on it?”
The man raised a brow, “Bug?”
“Just Bug, that’s it? Is it a nickname?”
“Oh, umm, maybe Magister Bug. We could make him an honorary magister.”
The man smiled and nodded as he wrote down his notes. “Anything else you would like on the stone? When was Magister Bug born and when did he die?”
“Oh, he died about 80 years ago. I don’t really know when he was born. We can just put when he died. Can you put a little phrase after? I wrote a poem.”
“Yes we can put a short poem on the stone as well. What is it?”
“Okay. Write this down.” Hethurin cleared his throat as the man looked up from his notes, his brow slightly raised. “I wake up in the morning and I wonder why. Why did you have to die? Your life was so short and it’s not fair. I bet you think I didn’t care. But I did, and perhaps too much. I’m sorry I treated you as such. I can’t bring you back, but I wanted you to know. You’re not forgotten, so don’t think so!”
Hethurin nodded, “Should it be longer? I could write more.”
“No, I think Magister Bug would appreciate all you’ve done in his honor already.”
“Great! When will the stone be ready?”
“Next week if you pay now.”
Hethurin nodded and handed the man a bag of coins. His first secret was taken care of.
Hernester looked up. The chanting had started again, or had it always been there. Maybe it wasn’t there at all and he was just imagining it. It sounded like another one of Master Bartlan’s spell chants. Hernester didn’t remember asking him once why he chanted, but he did remember being told that Master Bartlan just preferred it that way.
“He likes it.” Hernester whispered to himself.
There was a noise coming from the other room, the room Master Bartlan was chanting in. It was like a hissing hum. Hernester had heard that before, and remembered enough to recall a portal of sorts. He didn’t remember what it was for. The Master had told him not to touch.
“Don’t touch the portal.” Hernester whispered as he stared at the door. He had been asked to guard while the Master worked today. Or was it yesterday? He couldn’t recall how long he had been sitting, and watching the door. It was sure the Master was still at work though, so he would continue to guard.
He heard a pop, then a cackling laugh. Then another, and then yet another. He kept his watch on the front door. Finally, there was one last pop. The chanting stopped. He could hear Master Bartlan giving instructions to someone in the other room. He didn’t remember anyone visiting, but the Master often had visitors appear from nowhere.
“I need you to watch the school by the sea. Someone there banished the last imp. Make sure you aren’t seen. And you, I need you to watch the rangers. I’ve heard they have a new building. Keep an eye on them there. You! You watch the house where they were staying before. And last, you. You are going to the ziggurat for me. Don’t let anyone see you go in. Wait in the middle, and if someone comes for you, go with them.”
Hernester heard the window open in the other room, and the sound of many small feet scurrying about. He kept watching the door.
Hethurin Fairsong had been in better moods. He had tried to keep classes as normal as possible, but he knew his students were likely aware of the fact that something was up. He lacked his usual patience while teaching. He knew at least one of them noticed. Keyalenn had asked during his private lesson if everything was okay. Luckily, his second private lesson of the day was with Renner. He avoided walking through any of the hallways by teleporting just outside Renner’s practice room. He knocked.
The door opened. Renner walked back to his work table in the center of the room.
Hethurin entered the room, closing the door behind himself. “Any luck?”
“That depends. What are you hoping I’ve had luck with?”
Hethurin frowned questioningly. It should have been obvious what he was asking about. “Reconstructing a portal from the teleport dust.”
“Well, what have you had luck with?” Hethurin’s ear twitched in annoyance.
“I’m glad you asked. As you know, we have little portal dust to work with, due to it being from a teleport, not a portal. A teleport only lasts for a very brief moment, whereas a portal lasts longer and leaves more time for crystallized matter to form. I’ve come to the conclusion that it will be highly unlikely that we will be able to reconstruct a portal out of what was left behind.”
Hethurin frowned, “Well, now what?”
“That’s where I’ve had luck. There is enough that we can create a vision of where he went to. From there, we’ll be able to follow him to the next, if he doesn’t use the spell to garble his words again, that is. I do suspect that wherever he went, it’s warded, but you should be able to undo it enough for us to see even though we’re not going there ourselves.”
Hethurin nodded, “Will it be the same as before? I’ll have to stop casting the spell to take us to the vision to undo the ward first?”
“Exactly. We can do it now if you think you can concentrate on it.”
Renner must have guessed too. Hethurin twitched an ear, “I’m fine. Let’s start.”
He conjured a glowing orb as Renner covered the windows. He let it fade again as Renner joined him at the table. He cast the spell.
The vision started to appear, but stopped mid-way as Hethurin began casting spells to gently unravel a ward protecting the timeline they were going to visit. It had almost reverted back to nothingness by the time Hethurin cast the final spell and gently pushed through the ward.
They were in Silvermoon, but not really. It was just a vision. The room they had arrived in was empty. Hethurin peeked out into the street from the window. The were on the second floor of a building. Elves walking in the street below seemed slow and lethargic. Two of them looked up, pointing to something at the end of the street. Hethurin couldn’t see what they were looking at, but he did notice their eyes. One had blue eyes. The other had the slightest hint of a green glow. Hethurin searched for another looking up enough to see his eyes, and upon seeing a third elf’s eyes, he stepped back from the window. The third had more than a hint of green. “Renner?”
“I know. The Sunwell has been destroyed. He brought him here to change his eyes, don’t you think?”
Hethurin frowned and nodded. “But where are they now?”
“How do you know?”
“The portal is a good indication.” Renner pointed to the portal in the next room.
“Oh, I hadn’t looked there yet.” Hethurin walked to the other room, and looked at the portal. There was no way of telling where it went by looking at it, and since they weren’t really there they couldn’t gather the dust from it. “What do we do now?”
“Do you know where in Silvermoon we are?”
“Not from inside.” Hethurin said and cast a spell to switch the vision to outside in the street below. “We’re near the market, but does that matter if we don’t know which timeline we’re in?”
Renner smiled at Hethurin, “Luckily, I know your timeline when I see it. He didn’t switch timelines this time, just time. If we go to the same building in your past, we can collect the portal dust. Then we’ll be able to follow him.”
“You can just tell the timeline just like that?”
Renner nodded, “When it’s one I’m familiar with, yes. You’ll learn as well, I hope. End this vision. We’ll go now to get the dust, so that we’ll be able to reconstruct the portal for next time.”