In front of Dreekt the mist formed into a man. A human man. The man was familiar, but Dreekt couldn’t place where he’d seen the man before.
“Ah, Dreekt. I believe that at this point in your story we haven’t met yet.” The man smiled crookedly.
Blinking a few times Dreekt looked around the man, trying to remember who he was. No matter how hard he tried the identity slipped away from him but was always just on the edge of awareness. “No, I don’t believe we’ve met before, mister…”
The man smiled. “The man who has control over time, yet that time forgot. I know you’ve heard of me, and probably have a feeling you should know me. Almost everyone does.” He sighed and sat on a chair that hadn’t been there before. “I’m The Pathfinder. The god of time and prophecy. This is the second time you visited this place, and the first time you’ve done so on purpose. What knowledge do you seek?”
“I didn’t come with anything specific in mind, I just wanted to see if the dagger worked.” Dreekt thought about what The Pathfinder had said, about having not met yet. “So, you really can travel through time.”
The Pathfinder nodded. “You know, I had assumed you acted so calm with me before because you have seen me here many times before. Now I know it’s just how you are. Calm even in the face of a god.”
A chuckled escaped from Dreekt’s beak. “No, I think it’s because my physical form isn’t here, so I don’t have adrenaline pumping through me.”
“That’s possible, I suppose.” The Pathfinder motioned to the mist. “Well, what do you want to see?”
“How the excursion into the Dark Under goes in general.” Dreekt put all of his mental awareness towards the mist and it started to swirl, revealing flashes of images. The Pathfinder watched, silently, as he focused more on the details. The scene slowed and Dreekt saw Burner and Gaemacirch again. This time they weren’t talking, but were fighting a large, arachnoid creature. Behind them another arachnoid dropped from the ceiling and blocked them in.
“Shast, we need to get out of here!” Burner said as she stabbed at the first arachnoid. “Quick, call for Dreekt.
“You told him to stay behind. He’s at the tunnel where we found-” Dreekt couldn’t make out the name. “He’ll protect them and get them out of here. We’re on our own.”
The arachnoids attacked then and Dreekt dropped his focus on the scene when it was obvious they would fall to the arachnoids.
“So,” The Pathfinder asked, “what will you do about it?”
Dreekt shrugged. “I’ll try to set things up so they don’t get separated from me, but as you must know, that doesn’t always work.”
“Right, some things can’t be avoided once you set foot that way.”
“I know that an easy way to avoid this is to not go in the first place, but if I can save someone’s life by going there and have a chance of getting everyone in my party out alive, I have to take that chance.”
The Pathfinder nodded knowingly. “I understand. Now, go back to your body. Try to save your friends from their own future, it’s not inevitable.”
– – –
Dreekt woke up in a chair in the Blue Flagon. “Wasn’t I Hereweald’s house when I activated the dagger?”
Gaemacirch looked at Dreekt, confused. “No, we were talking with Wassa in the Blue Flagon when you activated the dagger, weren’t we?”
Is that right? Dreekt silently asked the spirit within himself.
Most definitely not. We were in the house when you entered the trance. I went with you, though The Pathfinder seemed not to notice me.
I didn’t either…or I guess I don’t usually notice you, so I didn’t notice you weren’t there.
::I knew about your friend. Oh, and sometimes small details change when you use the dagger and stone together. I think you’ll enjoy the next plot twist.::
Dreekt wasn’t sure how, but he knew that the person that just spoke was The Pathfinder and that he communicated in a way different from Dreekt’s spirit.
“So,” Julian said, “the tree whisperer awakes.”
Dreekt stared wide-eyed at Julian, then immediately hid his surprise. “Yeah, that was different than the first time.”
Burner walked up the stairs from the basement level. “Oh, good. Dreekt’s awake. Let’s get going.”
Julian stiffened up when Burner approached. “Yes, boss.” He spoke in a tone that made it clear he didn’t like taking orders from her.
“Julian, I know you don’t like what happened with Adalet, but she attacked the three of us first. You were the one who retaliated first.”
“Right,” Julian agreed, “but I wasn’t the one who killed her instead of capturing her.”
Gaemacirch stood between the two. “Look, I understand you’re upset, Julian, but you know that you can’t break the contract with Burner. The Wanderer’s travel laws protect our actions, and you know it.”
“Whatever, let’s just get going.” Julian picked up his pack and moved towards the door. “Maybe that tree should’ve killed me instead of knocking me out. Then I wouldn’t have to know Adalet died.”
::She didn’t die, the poor fool.::
Dreekt shrugged and put the dagger into his pack, then he pulled it back out, wrapped it in cloth, and put it back in the pack. “Don’t want to misuse this,” he mumbled to himself.
“Come on, Dreekt!” Burner was already at the door to the Blue Flagon.
A wizened old hand grabbed Dreekt’s shoulder right before he followed his companions out of the door. He turned to see The Desecrator for the second time in two days. “You unknowingly snatched someone from my hands. Next time that happens I will take something from you.”
Dreekt’s retort froze in his throat as The Desecrator turned into a column of black smoke and dissipated.
That’s not good. Dreekt thought to no one in particular.
::Don’t worry about him, The Balance approves of your inadvertent action. Julian shouldn’t have died before.::
Are you always going to be in my head now?
::No, just until midnight. That’s the rules of The Black Gem.::
Dreekt turned back toward the door and ran after his adventuring party.