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Oh well. No point in worrying about any of that right now, Hector supposed. He needed to focus on what he could do--just in case this opportunity to learn more about the Forge didn't come around again, for some reason.

"This man here is your creator, isn't he?" asked Hector.

One beep in the affirmative.

"...So is that why you don't like the name Agrian's Candle, then? Because it gives credit to the wrong person?"

Another lone beep.

Aha.

But then there two more beeps arrived.

"What? Did you just say yes and no?"

A single beep.

Hmm. What could that mean? Yes and no...

Needed more information. Coming up with more questions like this was kinda tough, because he kept thinking about all the things that didn't have a simple, one word answer.

But hey. Maybe he was going about this the wrong way. This was an artifact of untold power, apparently capable of creating enormously elaborate visions. It didn't necessarily have to answer his questions with words, now did it?

"...Can you show me who the real Agrian was?" he asked.

Another affirmative beep arrived, and the vision sped forward. The tree grew to even greater heights, and the Forge was nearly complete.

But something had definitely happened in the intervening years. The images had flashed by so quickly, but Hector was sure that he'd caught a glimpse of some crazy shit in there. Lots of fire or something. He'd have to go back and check on that afterwards, if possible.

In front of him, he saw a man standing under the tree. His back was to Hector, but that wasn't the first thing that Hector noticed.

The tombstone was.

Hector stepped closer for a better look, unsure what to expect. The tombstone had an inscription on it that he couldn't read, but as he circled around the guy, he was surprised to see a familiar face.

It was the same blond dude from before, the one who'd seemingly been harassing the Forge's creator.