A more quiet, raspy voice replies to the query of the Elf. "Immortals? I seek the future! The future that leads me out of this cell... but not the physical thing that binds us. No, I speak of the walls of the mind, the labyrinth, this cloud, this sullied mound of turtle flesh. I know things, I've seen the future that casts off the Thyatan bindings upon my people... I've seen the things that are necessary to make Traladar come again. The Immortal of the old hills is said to know things! I know things, but I have too many spiders crawling in my head! They cover the things I know, turn them to poison and darkness... I need the Immortal to unravel the spider webs. They say the Immortal only speaks of the maddening future... but I am already quite upset, you know."
Vellekhyr raises his chin and eyebrows knowingly, then sighs. "It may be that I can aid you in finding the path through your visions. But even for one with some skill in the art, prophecy is tricky at best. That which seems clear can appear quite different on the day of its realization. Yet even so it is not the prophecy itself but its interpretation that is false. But let us make a start. What can you tell me of Traladar's unbinding?"