HC: I hate to dash your hopes, but for all we know this was a pre-recorded contingency, a hologram or…spell, in this instance, I suppose, an executor of his will in the event of catastrophe
MS: but he talked about the things THEY did to him! why would he know more than any of us unless he’d met them?
HC: They come and go here at their leisure.
HC: We, on the other hand, can’t confirm a single one of our number ever leaving, let alone returning from such a voyage.
HC: What’s more likely?
HC: That he interacted with the players here, which itself has the profound implication that they knew he was listening?
HC: Or that he miraculously escaped into reality and was forcibly kept from sending word to the people he left behind until their hour of greatest need?
SS: Are you seriously implying that one of my best men kept something as important as a conversation with an honest to God human from me?
