The rain had let up long ago.
The Loremaster was sitting under Sionis’ umbrella, feasting on a fish fillet that the mage had graciously cooked up for him from his fine selection of catches. The fish was white and flaky, but the Loremaster wished he had some seasoning to go with it.
Of course, the fish was only the second most important thing on his mind.
“So, I’m thinking this over,” he said, chewing on a particularly large chunk of fish meat, hoping he had successfully pulled out all of the bones. “You asked Evanor about the name of the wand, which means she probably named the wand Iliera because of you.”
Sionis, still in his chair, shrugged casually and threw his line back in the water.
“But, that would be a paradox, right? If you didn’t ask why she named it Iliera, she wouldn’t have named it Iliera, right? I mean, she didn’t know Iliera. They hadn’t met or anything. She heard the name once, overheard it while you talked to Fynn. That wouldn’t be enough reason to give you a want with a hidden name.”
“Maybe,” Sionis said.
“Then to think that Lady Sonea and Evanor are the same person? I mean, wow. That’s weird right. She taught you everything she knew, and she knew as she taught you exactly who you would go up to be. That’s trippy, right. She had to know you were going to save her life later, in Northrend, and she couldn’t like… say anything.”
“It was likely a difficult task,” Sionis admitted.
“Well, okay, so that explains the name, sure, but we’re still missing a piece of the story.”
The mage nodded.
“I mean, we know the wand shows up again. I brought it to you, after all.”
“Don’t rush the story,” Sionis said, smiling.
“Right, the darkness or whatever. I mean, you’re here now, right, so you must have figured it out. Otherwise I’d been siting with you at the Lunarfall Inn and doing an interview there, you know?”
“Perhaps in another timeline,” Sionis said, grinning. “Now, do you want me to continue the story, or would you like to talk about the potential time shattering consequences of my conversation with Evanor?”
The Loremaster contemplated this longer than Sionis liked.
“I suppose we should continue. Knowing that Iliera is in the story makes me feel like we’re starting to close the gap. We’re going to finally start to see how you went from the powerful fire mage of the papers, to the best human cook in the valley.”
Sionis grunted. “Human?”
“I stand by what I said,” the Loremaster said chuckling. “Now come on, keep going.”
Sionis checked his pole one more time, then used a simple fire spell to warm up the campfire. “How about you put another fish on? I think we’ve got more rain coming in and I’m not interested in heading home yet.”
“As you wish,” the Loremaster replied.
“Good. Now… let’s see… Evanor was sent back in time, and the rest of us ended up stuck on Draenor… I guess it wasn’t long before we had our problem with that danged carrot.”
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.”
The Loremaster shook his head and made note of SIonis’ statement. If there was going to be a piece of history surrounding an angry carrot, the Loremaster couldn’t wait to hear more.