The man laughed. It was a nervous laugh, the kind one would make after telling one’s friends, “no, I’m not afraid to go into the haunted house.” Jeffery wished that a haunted house, a haunted mansion, even a haunted town would be his fate in place of his approaching task. He remembered a time when he was a child. His friends had dared him to enter a haunted house, and he made a laugh similar to that of the man. He went in, and…he couldn’t remember clearly what had happened. He remembered entering the house, and it being very dark. Darker, perhaps, than a normal house. There was an uncomfortable layer of dust, almost mist-like, inside. He couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of him.

The man then spoke, pulling Jeffery out of his daydream. “Fortunately for us all, most Chronomancers are fortune-tellers. I am willing to guess that it would not be a pleasant experience to meet one that misused their talents.”