[His eyes widen momentarily for the news. That...was quite the time difference.]

Twenty years...

[He's sorely tempted to ask if she knew the name Vecna or if his old master remained the stuff of dark, muttered, conversations. Was his release from behind the Divine Gate the shit she alluded to or some other world-shattering event? If it was the latter, then it was very likely he wouldn't actually be around to know it.]

Well, I admit I don't hold much hope of ever returning, so you're welcome to tell me whatever you'd like, I doubt there will be little I can do with the information either way, I'm of no importance to history, of that I am sure.

[He smiles lightly.] I assume Exandria is whole and the gods don't walk among us once more...unless that's why you were needing to fight one?

[Oh...now he needed to reframe their conversation into context hold on-]