Good afternoon, my child. How goes your day?

Ah, yes... busy. I would expect no less, now that you have been introduced to The Book. And I suppose you must be just now embarking on a study of what the Cabal has been doing since that venerable tome left off?

Of course. And you are full of questions, I presume? Yes... I thought as much. Ever full of questions.

This is a good thing, I think. But your master could, and perhaps should, be the one to answer them for you, don't you agree?

Oh... a second opinion is what you're after? Well, I suppose I could spare some time. I am, as you see, otherwise engaged in nothing at all... save for enjoying the peace and beauty of the Garden.

I suppose that I should warn you, though. I cannot promise what I will have to tell you will be the readily-accepted version of how things happened, or why. My memory is not as it was, and perhaps the official history has been rewritten around me as I sit here in contemplation.

But I am old enough and well-regarded enough to be allowed my few, nonconformist ideas. You might be well off waiting a time before you mention my views, or where you heard them from...

You will not be detered? Excellent. I thought I saw much of your Master in your eyes.

Come then. Sit down here with this old man and his ill-made memories, and ask what you will.

Questions are harmless, after all. It's what you do with the answers that gets you into trouble...