"I see; I spent nearly 3,000 years trying to find a way back to Earth in an attempt to find out what happened to those I left behind…to no avail." Cynrik watched as a wave of sorrow visibly washed over Norik's face.
"Alas, there is no point dwelling on what could have been; we must always move forward. I know you have many questions, and since I am in a good mood, I will allow you to ask, but be aware, we only have 2 hours till I have to send you guys back."
Heaving a sigh and motioning his hand to tell Cynrik to speak, Norik thought back to all the people he had lost in his long life.
Meanwhile, Cynrik was trying to find the words to make proper questions. Putting aside the fact that the man sitting on the throne carelessly mentioned being almost 7000 years old and feeling an unfathomable amount of power radiating from the man, he decided not to start from the beginning. Instead, he chose to begin with one of the things that confused him first.