"For one, I met a Feyling who was being chased by a pair of guardsmen. The reason? He had to steal fruit in order to feed himself. Further inquiring about the situation, I found out that Feyling, Taleasin, had lost his mentor and had no place to go. Why is that the case? Have I been gone for so long that the system has changed?" This line of questioning would lead to my real one. About my supposed court and why Taleasin would ask to join mine. Magic’s warning was a grave one, but I couldn’t stop my curiosity about my court. The one I was supposedly on trial for.