Re: Escape from the Feywild
The carnival fades away as you disappear into a bank of silver mist. It seems as if you stay within this, and soon illusions light it up, brilliant and beautiful of the things you found interesting when you were young. Each person's experience is unique to them.
Feathereen is erudite and haughty. She asks you several metaphysical questions as you travel, "What is joy?"
"How do I know you exist?"
"In worlds so full of magic, is time an illusion?"
Davik replies and feels quite confident he got the answers correct, "Gnomes love playing pranks on each other. You cannot know I exist, but since you cannot, you also cannot know that I do not. Time is a construct. Do I win?"
Feathereen giggles, "Sure little gnome, you win, you all win just for playing, but I would like to hear everyone's answers, I enjoy these debates and deep thoughts very much."