Make some noise if you've never been to a dragon friends before in those first 20 minutes will really touch and go whether you'd stay or not.

Fair enough.

Friendship is forever.

Friendship never ends.

It doesn't matter what time you're in.

You're still a dragon friend.

A fucking dragon friend. Visions of past and present mingle in your minds as the lodestone works its magic

friso you catch glimpses of your lonely solitude bobby you smile at the memory of long nights

with your wolf and brothers baston you smell you smell Chiltern's spice and summer

filge. For a fleeting second, you see Dilges panicked, trusting face, and then his eyes rolled into his head

as he dies for a second time, and there is nothing you can do to save him as time has brought you once

more to old High Netherill and the floating city

of islaanar the four of you land heavily on a brilliantly polished floor in a large circular lab the

lodestone you had just destroyed stands behind you in its sconce maliciously and impossibly whole once more.

There is a door to your east, a desk of intricate tools to your west,

and the unconscious tiny figure of a gnomish archinist wearing a white scarf and wireframe glasses

lying on the floor beside it, the figure of your

one-time friend, the Archonist, Marilyn Vow.

You are, of course, back in 493, Dale Reckoning, the last days of the Netherese Empire,

and once again, the four of you are a very long way from home um Dave yes how does

time travel work in this universe so we've gone back in time yes and and are we at the exact same

time we were the last time we were back here it seems that way the room looks exactly the same as

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