} Wanted you? Great Ceasar's Ghost -- they *needed* you! Who else did
} they have to polish the xebecs, or milk the kudus, or talk turkey to
} the esnes? Who would light the lamps of the sky, stir the waters of the
} sea, or perfume the zephyr wind? Who would tend the cooking-fires, plow
} the fields, or tell tales of the old times, when mammoths still roamed
} the plains?
} They gathered on the hilltop to await your arrival. The haunting
} melodies of the Chants of Return, nearly forgotten in the course of
} centuries, were intoned once more, more powerful than ever for their
} long slumber. The appointed hour came, and the sky shone as in the old
} prophecies, and the elders called your name thrice, in voices full of
} the dignity of age, but with the ever-increasing heartiness of the joy
} of home-coming.
} And you never showed, because you'd forgotten to set your watch
} forward. I tell you, if I hadn't stopped by right then, those people
} would have been in a sorry state. As it is, unfortunately, they won't
} let me leave.
} You owe the Oracle a tin of xebec polish, and a rescue mission.