Kintargo is closer, actually, to being as she remembers it. It's a real and sizable city, with mostly new construction and a palpable energy in the streets and a temple to Aroden on the highest hilltop and a sprawling bazaar that outgrew the city blocks for it. It may have more residents in this era than in the present.

She hasn't been here in five years. Not since - 

She's not going to have emotions about that. Or about the lack of Infernal symbols anywhere. She's actually just not going to have emotions about anything, how about that. She's going to cast tongues and ask whether anyone can point her at a magic shop.

They can absolutely do that. It's in the nicer part of the city, which is also one of the new parts, smelling of sawdust and spell components. 

(Kintargo's having a bit of a boom. It supplies the Shining Crusade.)

Cool. In that case she'll head in that direction immediately and ask whether they have a scrying mirror, and ideally a place where she can use it right now.

They do, if she can pay! They also have rooms, if she can pay!

Korva is visibly wearing equipment looted from about a dozen different demons, and has the sword of an angel sheathed at her side. She can pay.

....once she has, of course, and finds herself staring at her own reflection in the mirror, it occurs to her that her plan is idiotic. This is the sort of thing that she would probably have realized sooner, if she hadn't been avoiding looking at her plan, just in case there was a demon looking at her thoughts but not paying much attention to them. It's habit, of course, whenever it occurs to her that she might be being mindread, but it's kind of maladaptive in this situation. Especially since scrying takes an hour, so any demons will have plenty of time to decide what to show her anyway. But she might as well go through with it, now that she's here.

There is one person in the world who Korva both knows personally and is confident is alive in 3824. He's going to have a ridiculously high will save, which is what makes the plan idiotic, but there's not much reason not to try. 

She spins up a song-spell, in front of the mirror, and she tries to scry the Storyteller.

The scry fails, for which there are many possible explanations. 

She's left alone, though someone's songbird familiar perches curiously at her window until chased off by someone else's pseudodragon familiar. 

Hm.

She wants to talk to him. She could reach him with a sending, of course, but she doesn't want to; she can imagine some vague scenarios in which Woljif's spells are suspect and hers aren't. She also doesn't want to spend her second kenning, or to give up on getting a location she can teleport to.

He'll be able to wrestle her away most of the time, but not all of the time. 

She tries again.

Still nothing. The pseudodragon gets bored and flies off.

She has a page of this fucker's ancient elven diary and he is not going to throw off a scry forever. Unless something is up, in which case he will.

AGAIN.

No, that one goes through.

- to a wizard, sitting with some other people, who relaxes in his seat, very casually, and barely moves his fingers for the Message -

:Someone notify the archmage Alfirin, please, that I am actively being scried by an unknown party -:

Detect scrying gives you a momentary image and not a continuous visual, if you get one, and she's an idiot who wasn't holding a note or anything. Not that she can write in any current languages anyway, except for Skald.

She can still try to send a Message through it; a second Tongues should cover that.

"Hello, Storyteller. If you're going by that right now. I'm not an enemy, I'm a friend who's lost your address. I suspect you've lost mine as well."

- this, in fact, does get him to startle. 

And reply. 

"It appears that I have. That's not a name I've used in a while."

"Mine is Korva. Technically we haven't met yet. I mean, I guess we're meeting now, but we have differently confusing relationships with linear time. I'd love to go into more detail on that, and will if you want, but I suspect it'll be more credible if I can meet you in person so you can do the - telling an object's story thing. I am sure I have some objects around that can tell their stories more believably than I can."

"Where are you?"

And a Message countermanding his last. He has not, in fact, told the Shining Crusade everything about him.

"Kintargo." She can give him the name of the magic shop.

And he strides in, a minute later, accompanied by (if anyone's looking), half a dozen invisible summoned things.

She's just listening, but the party has a telepathic bond up again, and Woljif will alert her. If it comes to a fight he can glitterdust. She doesn't think it'll come to a fight. (But man, how embarrassing would that be, if they messed up the timeline by killing the Storyteller. Maybe they could put him back after.)

They don't, in fact, have most of their buffs up.

"It's good to see you. I - should probably ask how far back you remember, right now."

"I should probably ask why I would tell you that."

Shrug. "Okay, that's fair."

"I first met you, let's see, six months ago for me, and almost nine hundred years in the future for you. I don't think you remembered back this far, then. You were, if I recall correctly, searching for clues to your past. I've found a few of them, for you, and happen to have another on me right now, if you'd like to see it, although I'd honestly like to hold onto it afterwards so I can give it to you again in the future."

"Would you like more context from me, then, or would you like to try to piece it together from objects that probably don't remember everything."

"It's not possible to travel backwards in time. - forwards, absolutely. But not backwards."

"I've heard of legends that claim otherwise. But yeah, I'm also pretty confused. I'm contacting you because - well, mostly because you're the only person I know personally who's alive in this year, but also to see if you have any way of telling me what the hell I did. I've got - some kind of power, also dating back to about six months ago, generally aligned with Elysium, which I don't understand and which behaves unpredictably sometimes. It's never previously resulted in time travel, but a couple days ago I tried to teleport while out of power to do so, and now here I seem to be."

"I would take a look at the things you carry, if you're offering that."

"I am."

She has, most notably:

A page of ancient elven script, found in the tower where she killed a dragon with Greybor, and which she's been putting off giving him in the future.

The purple stone knife, which she hopes still carries the story of the Aeon.

Terendelev's scale, which will hopefully tell him the story of the attack on Kenabres and Terendelev's death.

Lariel's sword, which probably mostly tells the story of Lariel's final moments, but which might also have anything to say about her.

An ordinary, rusted, broken piece of iron that was once a collar, which may remember some pieces of her own story.

He watches her closely, and then reaches for the last one, the collar.

(It's not, really, the sort of item that one would expect to work as the target of a Legend Lore. But this man knows the threads that weave together into legends, and they're less shy of him, and he suspects there is a legend here, if you know where to look for it.)