He gave his son an exaggerated mock glare, before grinning. "Well, I was merely going to start with a preface into WHY Barid, Verdelet and myself are trapped in this little dance and have been for at least a million years and twenty six different lives, for me, but I guess I can start where everyone else stopped. Which would be where?"<br/><br/>After his son sighed and said where he disappeared, he nodded. "Right, so, first, the portal..."<br/><br/>He started his story with the fight with Verdelet, giving his son the entire fight, not the edited version that Dispater had gotten, he moved on to next part, where he had been trapped in the portal alone for an indeterminate amount of time, but the constructs claimed he had entered the portal right before the last of their drones had gone through, and arrived within seconds of them.  For them, it had taken no time at all, but for him... It had been similar to combining with Ve'akama'len, but far more annoying as he was sane and yet insane for it. After the very short version of the travel, which he didn't control in any way and could barely remember any of it, he got to the stories he had told the others. He got about halfway through the story, and had refilled the platter several times, mostly for him as Kimat had maybe three out of the forty drinks on it each time, but a lot of the memories were somewhat painful, before he looked up. "And that is where the story pauses today, as it is nearly nightfall, and Inari has come to ensure we didn't murder each other."