"So what's going on?" Felicity asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Gweneal was happy she was finally getting it. She did learn fast! "A group of modern elves have attempted time traveling magic to come back here and stop the movement of the dark elf ancestors."

Her eyes widened. "They want to prevent Alerar's birth?"

"Exactly." Gweneal nodded, crossing his arms. "People are going crazy since that volcano erupted. They are willing to blame anything, even if it does not make sense."

Felicity rolled her eyes, "So they get all racist and stuff. Makes senses. Idiots..."

Gweneal could not help but smile at her annoyance of the old racial rivalry the two factions share. "Yes." His wings straightened as he landed on the ground. As his talons dug into the dirt, he pointed with his hand to the west. "And they are right over there."

Felicity followed his finger to the distant smoke rising near some large rocks. A campfire. Felicity stepped forward, shielding her eyes against the sunlight with her hand. "How are you going to stop them?"

"Hopefully a lecture will do it." Gweneal's wings curved in annoyance, "However, the elves do not primarily follow the Thayne, so it shall be tough. I might have to use force."

Felicity's head snapped to his face with shock, "Force?"

Gweneal looked at her with an unreadable expression, then tilted his head towards the portal. "Should you be heading back?"

Felicity started to watch the distant smoke again, "You have to stop them."

"Oh, I will." Gweneal smirked, "No need to worry."