A few nights into the camp east of Nodden-Torr after the group has left the time-vault, well out past the fire. A pale shape sits on a branch a little above him, about the size of the owl. Alexis paces below.
“Vorgoth told me no mortal had crossed his bridge since the sky broke.”
“I’ve been taking that for the Great Betrayal. Two other possible dates. The Great Upheaval. The Time of Wyrms and Darkness. Both of them sit well before the Second League.”
“But the coins in the griffins’ nest were second age. Every one of them. Whoever built that place, almost certainly built it in the second age, so both the other dates are too early.”
“Or something inside the second age…”
Alexis shrugs. He turns the Collegium ring, thinking of all the history books he now wishes he had actually read.
“But maybe I need to look at this all different.”
“He’s a fire giant. A giant’s words, a human calendar.”
“Some in the Collegium say fire giants live in volcanos. Some say they come from an entirely different plane.” A pause. “I had him in front of me and there was so much I would have liked to have asked him.”
“If the sky broke and put him here… then it’s his people’s word for their own arrival and it has nothing to do with our second age at all.”
Alexis gestures farewell to his audience, but it’s not there. Surely he would have heard it fly away. His hearing has been much better since he started wearing the ring of the Spider.