You find The Poet in the market at Smugglers Port.

“Child, it has been some time since we last spoke.”

He seems older and more frail than before. His youth has escaped.

You tell him about the tales that The Soldier has told you and how they felt off—like they were your tale but weren’t. You wonder if it has to do with the new Plane you recently visited, where the dirt lay that you collected.

“The tales you hear are from another reality, parallel to our own. It is said in the other reality that the tales you hear in this reality are the ones you have personally lived in another reality, and that eventually the rivers of time all come to a head as they, like all of us, head to the oceans to be absorbed into their ever-flowing vastness.”

Another reality. Does it have anything to do with the tale of a jester who is involved in time? Or a Nameless one?

The Poet smiles and moves past you to the next stall to investigate what’s being sold. He turns to you after a moment, in the bustle of the busy market, and states:

“There is much you know and do not know at the same time. I can tell you about the puppets: the Nameless Ones pull the strings of the puppets. What I can tell you is that a jester, as you call him in your tales, and a woman—a madam—are...”

He pauses and looks back at an emerald necklace. He picks it up and tells the merchant he will purchase it. After the exchange, he starts to walk on, and you call after him.

“Are your answers” He calls back, never looking back.

He disappears into the hustle and bustle of the market. You stand there for a moment, wondering what he meant.