'Tralon, we're heading to the storehouse.'
'Oh… Then I'm coming. Give me a moment.'
A few minutes passed as Tralon finished his conversation with the two gods and dismissed himself.
"It took you long enough," Jack joked as Tralon appeared in a flash of light. "Let me guess, you took the time to memorize the location so you can go back after we're done?"
"Of course! That was the first time that I've been able to speak with people older than me! And with their breadth of knowledge and unique perspective, I can learn so much."
"Did you ask them about your curse?"
Tralon shook his head, losing some of his excitement. "They don't know of a cure."
"I figured… I've already asked Sterfen, so I guess the only person left to ask is Daruun. I'll add that to my list," Jack sighed. "Anyways, I'm assuming you've got enough mana to take us to Gilga."
"Sure, but don't you want to go to the storehouse?"
