"Who told you that?" He asks sharply. "None of my knights should have shared that with an outsider."

"It could have been plucked from their minds with a Detect Thoughts,"  Sir Isteval says. "No magic I've ever heard of can send someone back in time."

Like most people in Faerûn, he is ignorant of all the methods to do so which do exist.

"Yeah, going back in time is a good literary device, not something that happens in the real world. And yet... these memories come from... somewhere. And the most important of them is probably how it showed my death. After a week of flying east we got attacked by a red dragon. It didn't have magic, so it mustn't have been too old, but it still sliced through our flyers, so maybe it didn't need to use any?"

"I died trying to bring it down - I had underestimated how much fire a red dragon can breathe, I am resistant but it wasn't enough, and then it grabbed me and... well. Squishy mage, grabby dragon, the ending is overdetermined. Would have still been worth it if it allowed the others to bring it down or at least escape."

"How big was it? Horse-size, or bigger?"

Sir Isteval gives Thurl a questioning look.

"The Cult of the Dragon has made a lot of enemies. We don't need to know which one gave you those memories to guess they're enemies of our enemy. Being particularly vigilant on a specific day shouldn't be a set-up for a trap. Can you remember the details of where and when the dragon struck? Any landmarks? Or are we going to have to bring you along to jog your memory."

Reed takes a couple steps back.

"I'd say about this size" he points at the distance between him and Thurl "from snout to the base of the tail."

"I'm happy to come along, but the issue is that it was a really foggy day, the only landmarks were some mountain peaks in the distance... oh, that night we had slept in an abandoned old amphitheatre? Lots of red stone."

"An amphitheater? Sounds ancient Netherese, or Anaurian. Red stone would place it in those iron-rich parts of the Serpent Hills. The dragon... Landillew, perhaps? She has been known to target armed bands of adventurers, and to strike from the air rather than wait for them to come to her lair."

"Yes, you'd better come along. We'll get everything you can recall and drill on counter-dragon tactics on the wing. Heavy crossbows as standard equipment for all over lances and swords, and a more dispersed formation once we're in the region."

"You know the passphrase for the camp already, we'd have a heard time keeping you out," he adds gruffly.

"Meet you at the camp then!"

He'll go bother Delfen for Mirror Image. Or maaaybe Resist Energy. Yeah, Resist Energy sounds like a better plan considering... everything.

"Darkness and air."

"It's 'Air and Darkness', but go on through."

"Thank you!" he makes a half salute, almost but not quite serious enough.

Can he find Thurl? In his memories he should be in the middle of the camp, but it's a bit earlier now - he wanted more time to flirt with get to know the person he'll ride with.

Thurl is currently in his tent eating, most of the knights are having a light meal of eggs and greens fried over the campfires in preparation for take-off. With a bit of searching he could find Savra among them. 

Not worth disturbing then, food is sacred.

"Hello, I've been assigned to ride with you. De Book, Reed."

"You are? Have you ridden a griffon before?"

"I have been told I am to ride with Miss Belabranta. I must admit I have little experience, but I have no doubt I will be safe in your expert hands."

"I'm also a sorcerer with Fly and Feather Fall, so the worst that can happen is a minor inconvenience - no need to worry on my account."

"Good, flying the hard way always has its risks without spells like those. We've got a tandem saddle on Ponybane, so you'll be sat behind me. There's a while until we need to mount up, you need anything before then?"

"Oh, you simply must tell me the story of how Ponybane got their name!"

And so she does!

It hasn't changed from last time. A little of the warmth she feels for her mount rubs off on Reed just the same. 

"I'll make sure to never transform into a pony. Not that I can, but I may be able to one day!"

She laughs. "Really? That doesn't sound like a very useful ability, don't you have your sights set higher than becoming someone's mount or snack?"

"Well no, I don't plan on becoming someone's snack, but the ability to carry a lot of weight can be useful. Although Ant Haul is definitely more dignified."

"I'll get off your hair, see you later!"

He checks whether Thurl is interruptible now.