"Well, if you're thinking it involves puppies and kittens, then yea- it's not what you're thinking. If you're thinking doomsday device... then I can't tell you that." Finally, he seems to have gotten most of the knots undone, and finally stops fiddling with his hair for a moment. "The Groetean Cycle moves about half as fast as the real moon, and when it completes it's cycle... well, any future I've seen where that happens is most unpleasant."<br/><br/>The wizard shudders, and looks at the two of you.<br/><br/>"Something stirred up the faeries, that I know. They wouldn't come flying in like that if everything was alright. Luckily, that particular clique is the Thousand Children Laughing, and they serve the queen directly. This means they'll take their newfound treasures straight to her... Which, incidentally, is where you kids come in."<br/><br/>At this, the long silent D'Tocka speaks up.<br/><br/>"So, you couldn't do anything to defend yourself against them, and you can't go after them yourself... what gives? You've got 400 hundred years of experience, you say, but you're calling in a couple of bounty hunters?"<br/><br/>The dwelf gives her another of his withering stares.<br/><br/>"Yes, grappler, I'm calling in a pair of kids, despite my better judgment. And, provide you're not as stupid as you sound, you two actually have a chance to succeed at this. I'm a scryer, not a fighter, and every future in which I set out ends with me getting torn to pieces by the Queens of the Seasons. Now, would you rather me go out there, get destroyed, and let the world go boom, or would you rather you two go out there, make your fortune, and actually keep life in one piece?"<br/><br/>As he talks, the air around him clouds with his power again. You get the feeling that even though he claims to not be inclined to fighting, he probably has at least one or two spells up his sleeve that would ruin someone's day...