Dalen Agricultural Region
Day 1

“Excuse me,” Chi called to Orla as he approached. He was brushing his hands over his clothes, which were shifting back into his black suit and tie, “Seems everyone else has their own ideas on what they’re doing. If that’s the case, and though I hate splitting up, I’d rather stick with the people who actually know what they’re doing.”

"That is most sensible of you," Orla said, staring off at the rest of the departing envoys and wondering if she ought to try to stop them, slight consternation in her voice. They seemed a reckless bunch at best, and she did not know how they would manage on their own without her supervision. They might be as dangerous to Dalen as Dalen would surely be to them.

‘One often meets their destiny on the path they take to avoid it.’ -Master Oogway, Kung Fu Panda. Trust me, if anything we do ends up causing something to happen then it’s meant to happen. The best we can do is try not to stress ourselves about it,” Chi said.

Orla turned to the tall, black-haired man whose connection to nature she sensed was very palpable. "If you are to remain with us, sir, may I enquire as to your name? You seem wise as I would expect of someone... like you, but I cannot agree with your fatalist philosophy because it is a denial of free will, and whilst fate is changeable, it does not follow it should be changed, let alone ever so cavalierly. Untold lives could be affected by their actions. Surely those lives and their bearing on the present and future are worth us being concerned about?"

Horo looked off into the distance holding his hat on his head. "I don't think your little motivational speech really speaks to this situation," he said. "It's little to do with your destiny or mine or her's. You are in a time that has already passed. If you were meant to change it, you wouldn't have been sent here. Time is a line not a circle. All of you being here is an affront to that. You don't belong here. You are not a singularity. Your actions effect past present and futures beyond your understanding, and before you chime in with your higher then thou complex, I know more about this then you," he said bluntly. "I stand by what I said at the beginning of this little exchange. Your Being is nothing to me. I care nothing for what it says. I stand here to prevent any more worlds from collapse because of arrogant fools like your little group that think they can meddle where they should."

Horo looked to Orla. "No offence, but if your Being is so powerful they should just do the job on their own. Seems like they can rip open what ever world they want sitting in their little pocket dimension far away from any consequences they rot from their probing of universes."

Orla favoured her friend with an ancient, wise-owl smile, at odds with her youthful appearance. "You clearly know a great deal, indeed, Horo, and I do not know how you come by all your impressive knowledge, but the Being that you refer to -who has many names and many guises, many Avatars- it is safe to say, knows far more than either you or I. And no offence intended to you, my sweet dear man, but if you knew as much as you thought you did, you would know that all gods act through mortal instruments. It is due to the importance and necessity of free agency. Without freedom of choice there would be no creativity, and everything would stagnate and die. Life needs a certain amount of chaos to give it that most essential spark, and that is why the gods, with all their vast power, keep out of mortal affairs as best that they can, for should they exercise their power more overtly they would only risk causing far more harm than good."

Horo answered her with a shrug. "Believe me, I admire your confidence in this thing, but when you have seen worlds ripped to dust because a person who had no business being their decided to act on their own whim, you'd be questioning things. Again, I didn't insist that it doesn't realize what it's doing, I just don't believe it calculated these idiots making moves on their own. What good is a strategy when your horse is untamed?" he asked. "Though enough arguments. Orla, where should we look first? Where would be the best place to start?" he asked her.

"They say it is the purpose of faith not to question and only to obey, but I admit I too share some of your concerns about these strangers to our land—my land," Orla corrected herself, remembering he was not exactly from around here. How could she forget? "But please do not call them idiots, Horo. It's unkind, and untrue." Or at least I hope it's not true, she didn't add. Most of them did seem rather daft, their manners atrocious. "As for where we should start in our search for Aiden Brennus...?" Her brow creased and she tapped her little chin in thought. "Well, I don't know, really. I've never searched for anyone before. Where would an Aelmerian noble go? And one who is so far removed from his time and place?"

"What about you, dandy man? Where would a follower of the Being go?" Horo asked Chi.

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