In the Ex-Temple of Bahamut, Father Anselm and Father Gregor
Father Anselm answers, "Well, that's the curious thing about it! I would swear that we have only been under seige here in the temple for some months! We certainly bear no signs of aging that one would expect after 250 years."
Father Gregor says, "250 years? What in the sacred name of The Ninety-and-Five Metallic Dragon Warriors are you talking about?"
"Shh, never mind that now, Brother, I'll fill-in the brethren at Vespers this evening," and looking back at Elerosse, he continues, "I can only surmise that the temple here has been in motion through the planes during this time. That is the only way of which I know that would account for differing rates of passage of time. The only other way that comes immediately to mind is too wretched and too horrible to even consider seriously!" Father Anselm begins to tremble violently, and feverishly he makes the Sign of the Platinum Dragon, forming his hands into a semblance of the form of Bahamut's crest on his forehead, and then shaping his hands into the likeness of an egg which he places within his heart.