"Oh no! The poor wolf, never able to receive hugs! Thank you for restraining my hubris. Imagine the harm I could have caused!"

"Indeed. And the military applications of fluffing people to death can't be allowed to exist. Some knowledge is better left buried. Even if it is a relatively humane end, the loss of life would be tremendous."

"For me to have stumbled upon such dangerous knowledge on this first day of our partnership- it bodes dangerously. We must act with great care."

"Indeed. I hope you inquire more carefully in future."

She finally can't hold it back and starts giggling.

Crin grins and giggles as well. Then she gestures to the telescope that's set up on the edge of the tower.

The sun has finally slipped beneath the horizon as the two have talked, and the stars are beginning to come out. Morrsleib sheds a pale green glow in the dusk light, giving the landscape a slightly sickly cast.

"Shall we set up the scope for stargazing?", she asks. "It'll take a little time for the stars to come out properly, but the higher-magnitude ones should be clear enough."

She smiles softly.

"Yes, lets."

She never had a telescope of her own back home, but she did want one. And she's suddenly quite curious about whether the constellations are different here. She predicts they are.

Crin adjusts the telescope's base, training it up at the sky rather than down towards the ground. 

She sits down on the stone of the towertop, and settles the telescope on one of the brighter stars in the sky.

"Have a look at that," she says. "And don't turn the telescope on me, you could catch an eyeful of Morrsleib and that would not be ideal."

She zero percent desires to catch a glance of Morrsleib. It would reveal that she's immune to that, and it's still theoretically possible that she'll learn something that means she shouldn't be revealing capabilities like that. Also, not being bothered by Chaotic stuff could perhaps lead Crin to incorrect conclusions.

She looks through the telescope and examines the star!

Through the telescope, there is a small bright disc, with a slight green color. It's not large, perhaps a pinhead across; but it's clearly a disc, rather than a pinpoint. 

"Do you know what you're looking at?", Crin asks. 

Oh, to answer honestly or not- she doesn't want to lie.

"I do. A planet. Although I don't know if that's the correct word in the local dialect."

"More and less than I expected. That is Verdra, the fifth planet from Söll. It can barely be resolved as more than a star with my telescope, but I am told that the draenei have better ones, and more sensitive and delicate instruments made of crystal..."

She closes her eyes. "The Draenei say that Verdra is another world like ours. Life-bearing, with oceans, flora and fauna of its own. And, crucially, without Morrsleib in its sky, without warpstone in its soil - a blank slate. A chance to start over. If the Draenei can travel between the stars once, surely they can make this journey, which is small in comparison, no?"

Crin frowns. "But the Ruinous Powers have badly damaged the only ship the Draenei had, so much so that it is now stationary. The Draenei refuse to flee when they could stay and help in the battle against the Ruinous Powers, and so repairs have not been a priority... Or so they say. I suspect a darker hand. Sabotage or worse."

Söll. Not so different from Sol, back home.

"Untouched by Chaos- well, for now. I will continue to have both more and less knowledge than expected and say that so was this world, once, long ago. Perhaps the Draenei simply know that Chaos would follow, in time. But here there were particulars that allowed that, and perhaps without them this new world would be almost entirely untroubled. But, even were that not so- an outpost, one that could grow and become its own civilization in time, one with centuries or perhaps millennia before it is troubled by Chaos- that would be something worth having. More than just a fresh start, likely enough to change the balance between Chaos and its enemies, in time. And even if that were somehow impossible, a mobile Exodar- such a thing would be worth much. I suspect it can't be repaired. That it would require specialized knowledge nobody has, or a material foreign to this world."

"Perhaps so," Crin says. "Nonetheless, what skilled hands can make once perhaps can be made again. It warms me on dark nights to think of a what a world untouched by them might do or be."

She turns a ring on the telescope body, and it zooms back out, exposing more of the starfield in the viewfinder. The stars are unfamiliar, as expected. 

She nods.

"Indeed. Recovering lost knowledge takes time, but is by no means impossible. Inventing new means to do what was once done by materials not available on this world- harder, I would expect, but I would likewise doubt impossible."

And she'll be able to take them there herself before too long, she expects, Exodar or no Exodar. How hard can it be, if you're six kinds of god and have a century to work at the problem? Okay, almost certainly harder than she's expecting but probably still not centuries hard.

Crin simply nods.

"There are more planets to see, and more stars. Should I walk you through the constellations?"

"I would enjoy that very much."

Crin guides her, then, through Rhya's Cauldron, the Piper, the Two Bullocks, Mammit the Wise and Mummit the Fool. There is a section of sky she avoids so as not to catch the light of Morrsleib, but there is still enough to see.

She shows Alethia the great orb of Isharna, with a just-barely-resolvable moon to its side, and the rings of distant Loekia. The smaller inner planets - the Children of Asuryan - are harder to sight, but Deiamol is just barely visible above the horizon. 

And as the sun falls away, a brilliant twin-tailed streak of light appears faintly in the night sky. A comet!

Crin focuses the telescope on it and presses a hand over her heart. 

"The dragon with two tails," she breathes.

Ah.

"Well then."

That's unlikely to be good news. She recalls from her game that one showed up in it and disrupted the Great Vortex? And was secretly a Skaven spaceship? She, uh, kind of doubts that came from canon, or that that's what's going on here.

Crin takes a slow breath. 

"That's either very good news or very bad news, and I don't know which."

Ah. Good news or bad news. She didn't know that.

Well. The obvious guess is that the good news is her. Did anything she took prevent things like that- no, she doesn't think so. So, either her or a sign of Archaon's coming, most likely. Or a Skaven spaceship. She hopes it's not that, that would be so anticlimactic. Actually it would be better than it being a sign of Archaon's coming, never mind, she does hope it's that. That it showed up nearly on the day she arrived- either it's about her or it's the narrative leaning on things. The idea that it's a coincidence is almost not worth tracking.

It could, however, mean that she doesn't have much time.

"Indeed."

Crin looks up at the stars, and wonders silently.