Falan looked up in delighted surprise. A bright smile, rare on his usually stern face, bloomed there. "Hill! You're here too! How did you get here?"
Hill swiftly leaped down from the air and rushed straight toward Falan, giving his grandfather a warm embrace after their long separation. "Grandfather! I missed you so much!
I never expected to see you here... How did you end up in Abeir?
Were you swept in by some Cosmic Storm?
Normally, anyone entering this universe would end up on Toril, right?
I've been here for several years now. Toril's magical system is fascinating, and I've been studying it all this time!
Ah! Actually, Corellon and William joined forces and passed through several small worlds. The opportunity came at just the right time, so I came straight through from a world with a Dimension Door.
But the Undead have reached Toril now too.
There's a Teleportation Gate in Telashir that leads here, but it can't be used at the moment.
This world just collapsed once and has only recently recovered. Only a few small natural Spatial Gates can be used.
Otherwise, Grandfather could have taken the chance to visit Telashir!"
Hill rambled on, avoiding the important details while saying a whole string of things. He was a little too excited...
Falan shook his head helplessly, raised a hand to pat Hill's back, then stroked the head pressed tightly against his shoulder.
This child had grown so much taller! He was only a little shorter than Falan now. Time truly passed quickly.
However, Falan glanced sideways at the city lord and the two giant dragons watching them intently. They should deal with these people first!
"So it really is Toril outside! It seems most people's guesses were right. Selûne is still the same Selûne; they wouldn't