Quozen shakes his head as he turns and walks away from Rayne.
He poses the same question to Sage Thiliaerin.
Quozen blinks. Such an odd thing to say, he thinks. "We have all the time in the world..." he responds in elven, heavily accented by the Fire Lands. "We are safe, and if we must stay until it ends, then perhaps we can tell stories. Every minute is like a year to these humans. If these Councils are your life now, then you have my sympathy. Every day the same, every decade different. I would love to hear the story of the Phoenix Shard, and if the humans talk themselves into old age, then they can."