Aviendha gives him a worried look, but nods, slowly, and leaves the room, giving him one last look, as she closes the door, and waits outside.<br/><br/>"It is not you that I am worried about. It's your... inventions." He almost sneers at the word, but continues. "It is not yet time for their existence. Their time will come, as Mechanus counts towards the next Age, and the Age of Magic reaches its peak. I know you, and I see your interference as little more than a gnat to a wyrm, but even the smallest of foe can fell the greatest of creature. As it stands, you've already planted the idea that this is possible in the wrong minds. Resources that are needed elsewhere will be directed toward the ultimately fruitless goal, and the balance will be thrown off. An easy correction, but unnecessary. Of course, the correction could be made quite simply by starting with you, but I prefer to avoid disruption on such a large scale. Two banishments would cause far too much."