"I'm pleased to see you once again, Bygone Days Deity," Shard began, adjusting his mood before he continued, "May I know how much time has passed since I last left?"
The young man wearing a jester's hat shook his head, his aura of decay now more pronounced than during their last meeting.
It was as if all things were nearing their wither:
"Hope Town itself is not a normal place; there's no normal concept of time here. Furthermore, my imminent demise has caused a distortion in the material world, casting an abnormal state of time and space over this area. It is merely autumn in the year 1068 of the Fifth Era here, which doesn't represent any specific point in time."
"I see," Shard thought, "So the History Academy of Saint Byrons didn't spot any major events at this time because of this reason. That Circle Sorcerer who repeated grades for decades must have been wronged."
