Trying To Reason

Astaroth took a long, deep breath before he started talking again.

"The war you talk about. How long has it been going on?"

"I don't know how long I have been here, but when I went into hiding, it had already been going on for years. Why?"

"Do you remember what year it was?"

"Yes. It was the year 286 after the final demon wave."

"And the Elves kept you as war slaves for so long before our people rebelled?"

"Did the elders teach you nothing? Why are you asking all these questions?"

Kela'ra was getting antsy. Almost like he thought Astaroth was a spy or something like that.

Astaroth sighed loudly.

"I'm just trying to establish your timeline, Kela'ra. I think I know what is happening to you."

"I know what's happening to me! I'm hiding from the Elven assassins."

"No, Kela'ra. This is all a memory, that you are reliving in a loop."

"What nonsense are you saying? You aren't making sense!"