As this scene evolves, as Travin begins to cry you hear an invisible sniffle in the room.  When the Alicorn is released and Jareth appears, you see an invisible Kerwyn, hand clutched on glaive in readiness suddenly appear.  Poor fella, it is too much for him.  He sits down, holding his head in his hands, and just looses it.  He starts bawling, sobbing, with snot running down his nose.  The bold pseudo-hero no more, all he can think of is his failures.  His mind keeps going back to the Worm, to Ralik, to all of his perceived failures and his inability to protect the band.  It is all too much.  

He seems utterly exhausted, racked with guilt, and finally stops sobbing.  For a moment, he forgets everything and everyone, forgets that the world was hanging on a knife’s edge, he is oblivious to the the fact that they, somehow, had won.  

He starts to stand in a position like he might try to hide at any moment, trying to follow along with what is happening, but it seems over his head.  Subconsciously, his hand goes up to his teeth to feel, expecting somehow to feel fangs there.  He remains quiet, watching, with a dour face.

Ward stays back as the conversation unfolds, getting a little shaken at the image of the dark lord before composing himself, and waits till Jareth is unoccupied to go up to him. “We’ll I’ll be honest after meeting you this was not the path I expected to go quite frankly, but I am not upset by it. I still might stick a knife if your throne though at some point, just for laughs of course. Speaking of, “ Ward says before opening his mouth and digging out a vial of the Centipede poison and sticking it his pocket. “Don’t need to hide that anymore thankfully. As for the future however, and this may be callous, is there some section of the royal coffers you may be willing to part with? This group while strong, well some gear would be nice, as well as at least the diamonds for a few of our important spells I’m sure you understand, this is not the end of our job however much my body may loathe that fact.” Ward says to Jareth  

As Shavaris stands near Blix and Travin, invisible, she does her best to not make a sound while Travin begins his chat with his brother.  She doesn't expect this to work and is ready to engage as soon as things go South.  She assumes Delph is of the same mind and she's glad they are with her.  She looks around at the immense throne room and starts to worry about the fight... once things get started it looks as though they can be hit from any and every direction - even the ceiling!

As the dialogue between the two brothers unfold, she gets drawn in and starts to focus more on them then the fight itself.  She is impressed with Travin, the quirky little junk man they found here in this crazy labyrinth.  She hopes that he stays with them.  Wait, what is he doing?  Oh no, more talk about the creators... and what is that they are looking at?  But... it's making a difference.  She watches as Travin eventually wins over his brother and she thinks to Eloise.. she misses her so, it breaks her heart.  She hopes to see her ghost more often now that she understands her sister has somehow stuck around?  

Shavaris finds herself surprisingly relieved when Jareth and Sarah arrive.  Once Sarah kicks the alicorn near them, her breath hitches in her throat, it is soo close!  Then before she has a chance to blink, Delph flies from her pocket and secures it.  She realizes at that moment she is no longer invisible, huh.. wonder when that happened?  She smiles down at Delph after they return to her pocket and resists the urge to pat them on the head.  "Nice work, friend.  Not sure about free yet, we still have a lot of work to do, but this was major."

Not noticing that Johnathan was actually paralyzed, she did notice Kerwyn fall to the ground in a heap and completely lose his shit.  While Jareth and Travin were talking about sending his brother back, she heads over to Kerwyn, sits next to him and wraps her arm around him.  When he tries to get up, she helps however she can.  While doing this, she looks to Sarah, "What happens now?"

Travin holds the face of his brother, taking in every line, every detail, hoping that this reminder will bring more of his own memory back, but it does not. As he lets his brother go he extends out his beloved plastic instrument as a peace offering, "Gavin is gonna need to be strongs for boths of us now, yeh yeh, Travin will be gone for some time, hmmm? Gavin takes this Sax-a-Boom yeh! Gavin gotta look after the family for Travins, yeh! Just tell one thing hmm? tell Travin the name of our baby brother? And when you see hims, tell him that I loves him, yeh yeh just likes Trav loves you Gav."

After one final hug, Travin tearfully waves goodbye to his brother and to the remaining strings of sanity in his own mind, watching Sarah leave with his brother and a phone seems unreal, like at any moment he could wake up at home once more and all of this was a dream, but the dream persists for now, and Travin accepts it, which makes for a stark contrast as Travin turns around and seems completely emotionally unaffected all of a sudden.

He looks to Jareth and smiles, "Jareths powers are returned, hmmmm? Jareth should call upon Gorky, a braves and loyals Gobbin wot helped the dawnguard through difficulty times, yeh yeh truly an exemplary gobbin! Brings him here!"

Jareth listens to Ward as the Warforged addresses him, then shakes his head. 

"Of course there's booty to be had.  Wait your turn, my dear fragormaniac.   You'll get what's coming to you."  

Sarah looks like she's on the verge of tears as Shavaris speaks to her.  She shrugs her shoulders and crams her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down and crushing her eyelids shut.  When she opens her eyes again, she's okay.  

Jareth's eyes cross the room to Sarah, standing back away from Gavin as he hugs his brother and weeps.  She appears very torn about what to do next as she turns and looks directly at Jareth as Travin strokes his brother's face.  Gavin's head is buried in Travin's neck as the two of them shared their moment, and Gavin was speaking gently to Travin.  

"Ready?"  Jareth asks as he steps away from Ward, away from the throne, and toward her.  He smiles...but it's not the same smile that he usually wears.  It's not the near smirk way he grins, completely full of himself.  He looks sad.  "No one can blame you for walking away..."

"It's not forever."  Sarah says gently.  "Not even years, like it was last time.  It won't be long at all.  I'll come back soon."  

She smiles at Jareth.  Jareth smiles back.  

"I have done a lot of wrong."  He says as Sarah stoops to guide Gavin up and out of Travin's grasp.  She rubs her eyes with the back of one sleeve.  The boy, still dressed in Blix's bizarre leather garb and armor, cradles the Sax-a-Boom in his arms.

"Tell them...tell them, should they need me..."  She says.

The world parts.  A blue shimmer spins and churns, and through it there is a glimpse of a world that only Shavaris would recognize at first.  A world populated by horseless carriages and people running in strange attire with strange boxes clipped to their belts that lead to a pair of earmuffs over their heads.  Beautiful houses they can barely fathom line streets that are as well curated as the homes of any lords.  Gavin reaches out one more time toward Travin as Sarah's eyes settle on Jareth, and the two of them step through the portal together.  

"Bye big brother."  Gavin says.  

"Promise?"  Sarah says.  

Their words are too late.  The portal closes.  Jareth whispers something while his eyes remain on Sarah's in the moment of her departure.  He pauses for a moment, then shows his smile to the Dawn Guard and walks back toward his throne, where he sits down.  

"Now now, let's see what we have..."  He says.  He holds his scepter in one hand, and the two crystal balls in the other.  The balls began to spin in his hand.  The room around the Dawn Guard begins to shift and modify.  Jareth doesn't pay attention to the way the room changes.  Instead he taps the bottom of his throne with his scepter, leans forward...and pulls out a Bag of Holding.  

"The bag is yours too."  He says as he picks it up and unties it before dumping it on the floor.  Stuff begins to fall out everywhere.  Armors.  Boots.  Cloaks.  Weapons.  Belts.  Glue.  Gloves.  Anything and everything that fits the desires of the Dawn Guard.  As they see the items fall out on the floor, they feel something in the back of their minds.  Like a door opening.  A latch turning.  An unlocking.  "There is also 25,000 gold in the bag.  That should get you through for a little bit.  Pompous.  Arrogant.  Whatever it is you called me, you've done me a great service, and it won't be forgotten.  As Sarah said...should you need me."  

Ward moves to shake Jareths hand. “You are quite pompous, but I understand it now, mostly at least. And I can respect it in a way now after this. I do hope we meet again at some point, also, should the labyrinth need us, give us a ring. I have a feeling things may yet end up here again. Prepare these folks, they deserve a chance. Oh and also” Ward says before going to Delph and shaking them down for the dice stolen from the dwarves. “Return this so they can get back to their damn game.” Ward chuckles before moving back and examining a spherical oddity that catches his eye

Travin lets his brother go still reaching out as the portal closes, and the land of the storytellers is cut off once more, he knows Gavin will be safe, his parents and baby Mavin will celebrate his return, and all will be well. The story must finish before Travin can return too.

The loud clatter of items rattling across the floor immediately consumes Travin's entire attention, he quickly dives into the pile secreting bottles away and donning gloves. He inspects his new items and casts the rest aside for his collection of party members to have at.

Looking up to Jareth once more, Travin asks "what will become of the gobbins an fireys what foughts and dieds in this battle? Hmmm? Their sacrifices must be known, yeh yeh, ceremoniously... Yeh?" Travin beckons Delph over to back him up in this question.

Johnathan returns from his slumber and seems confused as to what happened. He looks to find Gavin but they were already gone. Johnathan walks up to Travin. You saved your family Travin. You managed to reach through to him. Great work. He pauses and remembers that screen he showed the group. Just one thing. Please don’t show that screen thing again. Perhaps that knowledge should lie with the Gods or whatever entities are watching over us. He looks over to Kerwyn when he says that. He approaches Kerwyn and helps him to his feet. Come on big guy. Let’s get you out of here. I think we should find you some nectarines, wouldn’t that be nice?

Johnathan watches as Jareth drops a mountain of gold and look at the Dawn Guard’s feet. Johnathan stares in wonder as he sees things that were beyond their dreams. As he looks through the loot Echo seems to be attracted to a cloak of sorts. Johnathan lifts the cloak and knows what this was. How did you even know I wanted this? It’s something out of stories. Inside the cloak he also finds a jug, a strange orb and a book titled “How to speak celestial for dummies”. Johnathan chuckles at this and pockets the items, putting the cloak on immediately like a child that has just opened a present on their birthday. Thank you Jareth. These gifts are truly generous and I’m sure we will use them in future battles. I must ask though, before we leave do you know where the last unicorn is? We kinda hoped to gain knowledge about its location from this place.

Delphinium watches as Ward asks for rewards or payment for services done.  The fairy would never ask so directly or rudely but it is much better for fey to receive rewards or payment then a gift.  They do not come with the obligation of repaying debt and fey tend to appreciate that far more then being given a gift. In fact, many fey see it as an insult to be given a gift and will try to repay the gift giver in the most hostile way possible.  Delphinium isn't like that but they often just turn down gifts politely unless it seem important to accept.

The fairy becomes a bit distracted as Shavaris goes over to Gerwyn who seems to be struggling.  The cat like fey eyes of Delphinium looking at the man that made them so mad before.  The tiny fairy can see they are quite hurt and seems to soften and tries to help them.   The down side is that Delph definitely interprets their woes and misery the wrong way but they truly sound like they are trying to mend fences just way off the mark as they say "Oh, it's okay Gerwyn.  Maybe you'll get a chance to kill a bad guy later?  Cheer up though!  Maybe we can do something fun together later.  You like music and dance right?  I do too!  I wonder if there will be a party?  Do you think Jerath can sing?  He looks like someone that can sing."

Jerath seems to ready a way home for Gavin and Sarah and Delph waves goodbye to them as they step into what looks like quite a wondrous world in the fairy's eyes.  They don't interrupt their departure and the fairy mostly tries to see as much as they can through this portal to the world the others belong to.  They seem impressed at the large buildings and weird fast moving carriages.  They wonder if they might even be faster then themselves!  That's pretty fast!  As The duo depart in the portal provided by Jerath Delph smiles at the goblin king as he sits on his throne again.

There is a sense of relief from Delph as their last deal is seen fulfilled.  A sense of freedom as they have no more obligation to fill.  It was bugging them particularly badly because Jerath gave them a partial part of their side of the deal leaving Delph feeling obligated which the fairy didn't appreciate at all.  However, all was forgiven when Jerath produced rewards for the group for their actions.  This was in addition to Delphinium's bargain so the fairy just assumes it is a form of apology for making the fairy feel obligated.  Delphinium spots a few things in their tiny size which is good because Delph already had the alicorn securely strapped to them like a spear very secured on their back with some kind of vine like rope that Delph often uses.  They pick up what looks like a tiny belt, a tiny pair of boots and a tiny flask of some kind.

Now free once again from any debt Delphinium flies up to be in front of the throne and gives a polite bow to the restored king.  They reply to Jerath saying "Oh!  These are fine rewards King Jerath.  I have never thought of you as pompous or arrogant.  I see you as fey.  You are perhaps not from the feywild proper but it seems your from just as magical a place.  Do you think your world would appreciate a visit from a fairy?  I wonder if the biting fairies are from there?  That would explain why they always bite.  They are not typical fairies.  Oh, where are my manners?  I'm getting all distracted!  I fulfilled my part of the bargain King Jerath, I totally understand the need to satisfy a debt.  You had some information for us?"

Delph was not the only one with words for Jerath and Travin asked the question that Delph wanted to but knew it was polite to let the Goblin King complete a deal so they don't feel that constant feeling of obligation.  The fairy does add to what Travin says, "Oh! Right!  We need to let them know the war is over!  Maybe throw a party!  Dancing, music the whole thing!"  As delph gets distracetd with the questions and items Ward sneaks up on them and tries to take the 20 sided die back.  Delph blinks a bit as they let Ward take it back.  "Oh?  Did they want it back?  Pity, I was hoping to use it in a game of dice.  Tell them thank you for lending it to me!  It's always so nice when people let you take things to return later."

Kerwyn stands up with difficulty, tired to the extreme.  His faces is sad, eyes still red from crying.  He gives a halfhearted smile at Johnathan, "Nectarines, wouldn't that be nice?  Delph really liked those..."  He looks at the fae as they try to cheer him up.  Again, he gives a semi smile, as he tries to remember the good times, the ship bar brawl, the jokes - - but they all seem so far away.  He shuffles over and looks in the pile of gifts from Jareth, looks up at him and initially just says "Thanks!" with a big smile, but quickly the dark creeps in again.  

He is excited as he puts on some shiny half plate armor, some interesting goggles on, and a band around his head.  "Look everyone, this makes me smarter!  Gimme an hour, then let's play a game of chess... hah!"  But said with none of the same pizzazz, none of his usual swagger.  He saunters over the Jareth, walking somewhat like the lithe step of Shavaris, and says, lifting his eyes up to him.  "I understand now too.  I kept thinking so hard, so focused on the goal, the Alicorn, having to fight my way there.  And now here we are.  And I feel like I just want to die and I'm exhausted.  Can you help me?  Is there anything you can do to help me?  I can't even go...."  He pauses, looking down at his feet, as a few more tears drop from his eyes.  

"We aren't through yet.  We need to see the Childlike Empress.  And.." he fingers his Auryn medallion, "I need to tell them all what has happened here..."  He looks at Jareth pleadingly, a clearly broken man.  

Jareth listens to Ward...then looks dumbly at the D20 that the Warforged places in his hand.  His brows scrunch up, then he looks at Travin as the Junk Person asks his question.  

"The Labyrinth will become a new world.  A world within a world."  Jareth says with all the pomp and circumstance one would expect of him.  "I will return the control of the small nations here to their rightful leaders.  I have...ideas...for who to install to those lofty seats..."

He pauses long enough to offer up a mischievous, though good hearted grin, before continuing. 

"They can decide how to honor their dead.  I leave that up to them.  My job now is to lord over their world...like a god in the flesh!  But, with such lofty aspirations come...lofty responsibilities.  Of those, one is to fix what I have done.  Not completely.  It can never be completely undone.  Perhaps atonement is a better word.  BUT!  We will remember them.  I will do...something.  For now though, the best way to remember will be to let their legacy be a seed.  A seed that germinated into a new world." 

Jareth holds the D20, then puts it between both his hands, squeezes, and opens his hands again.  There were then two of the dice, and he put one in each hand.  One of these, the clone, he handed back to Delphinium as a keepsake.  He closed the other in the hand where it rested, squeezed...and when he opened his hand it was gone.  

"Done.  Bolbo will find the di in his pocket."  

He looked at Johnathan.

"Dear Dhampir.  I have revealed the nature of your whole existence to you.  I am connected to you in ways you cannot fathom.  You are the subject of the gods of the gods!  There are ways of knowing, and you have reaped the rewards.  As for the unicorn..."

Jareth looks at Delphinium and winks.  

"The Mare resides in human form now, transformed by Schmendrick the Blue.  She doesn't even know who she is.  Only Schmendrick knows....well, before now, of course.  This is to protect her.  She is beautiful, a wonder incarnate in mortal bonds.  Schmendrick has taken her to Hagsgate and offered her up to King Haggard as a wife, though his son, Lir, yearns for her.  She is beyond their emotions, though she is not beyond the deal that Schmendrick has made.  The magician is sick with guilt, but he knows that this is the only way to keep her safe from the Lord of Darkness and Calibos, who still hunts her.  Though, there, she is beyond the reach of the Red Bull, and she is nearby the souls of her lost kin.  There is much good you can do at Hagsgate, Dawn Guard.  

But Delphinium...I am not Fey.  Not in the sense you believe, anyway.  I come from the lands of the gods of the gods.  Of ultimate creation.  There are not biting Fairies there, luckily, but we do have mosquitos.  The biting Fairies are simply victims of a corrupt magical influence...that will be undone.  They will be alright in time.  As for visiting my world?  I wouldn't be surprised if that happens someday.

As for the body of the stallion?  He knows.  This is his part of the journey."

Jareth raises a hand and points toward Johnathan, then shifts his attention to Kerwyn. 

"You'll get your chance to tell them when you're outside the walls of this world and back in Hyboria.  AURYN doesn't work here, I'm afraid.  The good news, dear Kerwyn, is that getting out is much, much easier than getting in.  As for your help...one of your own as the answer to that problem.  You were broken, and for that I was mighty!  But some things are not even for the likes of me."  

Delph seems giddy at first then stops themselves from taking the duplicated 20 sided die.  As they take it they say "I'll take as part of reward.  I'm not opposed to a gift but not right now as I got things to do!"  As long as Jerath nods or approves of it being part of reward Delphinium accepts the d20 and is quite excited to use it in a die game later.  The fairy was going to use their deal to trap him into making his kingdom nice and safe for unicorn but it seems that Jerath was planning to make his labryth nice anyway.  Delphinium glows a bit more blue as they knew they could trust them.  They flutter and fly in the air in joy and nod in approval as they say "Yes yes, perfect.  If we rescue the unicorn could they have sanctuary here then?" 

Other then commenting on Jerath's goals Delphinium smiles back at the Goblin king winks at them.  They listen intently as Jerath talks they get a thousand questions about where they are going and who they seek.  The fairy nods and says "Thank you King Jerath.  I have many questions about that area then.  What is Hagsgate like?  Who is king Haggard and what is he known for?  Do we know what dangers await us?  They have a son called Lir?  Is Lir known for anything?  I know a lot about the Crystal towers and how they tie into the urRu and Skeksis from the teachings from my mom but know nothing about what's after that area.   Wait wait, you said souls of her lost kin?  Do you mean the other unicorns?  Here I was planning to revive the other unicorn that was most recently slain too.  I think i can if I find their body.  Oh, do you know where the body went?  This just got really interesting!  We got marriage, love, danger, shape changing, if I can manage it revival and more!  All we need now is a party!"

As Jerath declares they are not fey Delphinium smiles and says "I know you're not fey but I'm convinced you like our ways.  I like you King Jerath.  You'd be welcome to visit my home once its safe oh!  Or maybe I'll bring my sister here sometime in the future!  She'd love it just as much as me especially with you making it less killy and more happy.  I don't suppose you know how my mother and sister are doing do you?  I have never been away from home so long.  I worry.  Sorry, I asked a question not part of our deal.  You don't need to answer unless you feel I earned the answer."

Travin inspects his new gloves with glee, but as he is looking up he becomes distracted by things flying around his head, he tries to catch them and wave them away but nothing is there. Giving up he walks on over to Delphinium and has them rest on his hands not wanting to disrupt the fairies questions but needing to attend to business "Travin just gonna squeeze in here yeh yeh! No need to stop hmm? Don't minds travin, just gonna see properly what's this is yeh!?", As Delph retracts and doesn't let Travin near the Alicorn, Travin is a little dissappointed, but ultimately accepts the decision for now. He still flinches every now and again, as if some unknown and invisible bug lands somewhere on his face, or recoils as something unseen gets too close.

Johnathan offers his aid as much as he can to Kerwyn until he moved to his loot on his own. As Kerwyn mentions that the helm would make him smart Johnathan grins. It was nice that his mood was improving. When Jareth comments about his question Johnathan laughs. You have a point. I don’t think I would like to know as much as you do, must be frustrating. He listens closely to Jareth as he mentions the unicorn and it’s current disguise. Oh that’s a relief. At least it’s not being hunted in the woods. We have our heading. I also feel like that wizard’s name was heard before. Johnathan stops to think. The memory replays in his mind. Oh yeah, wasn’t that the sexy plant lady’s creator. What a small world. He continues to listen to Jareth, occasionally twirling in his new cloak like some sort of dress, and watches as he duplicates a dice for Delphinium. When Jareth points to Johnathan about the body of the dead mare he loses that childish joy he developed with his new joys and goes serious again. I know where that is yes…. all to well. I’d rather avoid the area but I guess if it can’t be helped. Johnathan sighs a little, realising that he would have to face his mistake at some point.

He thinks long and hard on what he has learnt and thinks about the burden of knowledge and whether he wants to know the price. Jareth. I need to ask something. My curse, Shavaris curse. How did we become like this? For me it involved me dying and Shavaris doesn’t remember. I would like to know if it can be cured. 

Shavaris's mouth drops open as the loot tumbles from the bag that Jareth places on the ground.  She heads for the soft looking boots, and as she grabs them, something else catches her eye.  She lifts it up, and the light catches the light flexible metal.  She moves the half-plate around and it doesn't make sound like normal armor.  She smiles gleefully and takes that as well.  Finally a deep purple cloak catches her eye.  She takes off the one she is wearing, threadbare and worn through at some of the seams.  Shavaris whirls the cloak around and secures it over her shoulders.  As soon as she does, an illusion of the elf is standing right next to her.  At first she looks at her illusion, confused, then realizes how helpful this will be in combat.

She secures the old cloak in her pack and continues to put on the half-plate and boots.  She listens intently as Jareth answers the questions about the unicorn, happy they have a direction to follow.  And almost to herself, "Hey, I'll be heading towards my home..."

She stops still with what she is doing though when she hears Johnathan's question.  She doesn't look up either, afraid of what the answer will be.

"Then take it as a reward, Delphinium.  Owe me nothing."  Jareth said.  He gave the dice to the Fairy.  "The Unicorn could stay here, yes.  Though, I think perhaps King Randor should know where the Unicorn is.  I don't feel confident that, in the wrong circumstances and even with the people's of the Labyrinth united, I could keep her safe forever.  Hagsgate?  I have never been there.  I've never been outside the Labyrinth, in fact.  Least any further than where you and yours found me.  From what I know, Hagsgate is floundering and mostly abandoned nowadays.  It's only known for Haggard's greed and as the lair of the Red Bull.  And the seas there are supposed to be beautiful.  More beautiful than anywhere else in Hyboria.  They're said to sparkle.  The Red Bull is the only danger I would know, and yes, the son is Prince Lir.  He is strong, and smart, and brave, they say.  Yes, yes, the other unicorns.  It is said the Red Bull ran them down and brought their souls to Haggard long ago when he learned he couldn't keep them as his own private stable.  As for the body...mighty Sir Johnathan knows the answer to that question.  Perhaps rely upon him?"  

Jareth winks at Johnathan just as the Dhampir begins to answer.  

"There are some things that aren't revealed even to me.  Though, I have a feeling the two of you are different, fundamentally.  I think your curse was put upon you as part of the focal point of your story, of your existence.  It is somehow tied to your fate, and your future, while whatever has happened to Shavaris is a mechanic of the past, and brought her to the present.  As for a cure...that can only be told by time, and a better understanding of your circumstances."  

I see. Johnathan kinda expected that his condition wouldn’t be easy to cure. He stands there quietly as he contemplates what Jareth meant by its part of his story but decides not to poke the threads of reality again. When Kerwyn starts mimicking Shavaris Johnathan shakes his head. How is he getting worse. I swear he must be just acting like this to her attention. As Johnathan stands there an watches everyone get ready to leave he starts to feel a strange surge of power. It wasn’t from his pact or from the labyrinth itself but from something much smaller. He looks to find that strange orb he found wrapped by the cloak was filling Johnathan with power. Looking at the orb he immediately recognizes that it is a model of the three brothers, the moons, and Hyboria herself, as planetary and celestial bodies. There are sigils carved into it that remind him of the Triforce, as well as the Holy Symbol of the Three Goddesses, carvings of the Master Sword, and the symbols of the Temple of Time. He considers asking Travin to identify the object but decides to keep it a secret in case Jareth gave it to him accidentally. He knew that probably wasn’t the case but you never know.

Johnathan looks to the group. Well I’m ready whenever the rest of you are, it would be nice to let the other bands know that we have the alicorn. He looks to Travin, You will see your brother again. Don’t worry, it’s just this world isn’t quite done with you just yet.  Johnathan has had his fill of crazy mazes and mad men that keep showing the will of the Gods. Johnathan wasn’t the biggest fan on the Gods of this realm, the Gods of Gods must just be as annoying. More than anything Johnathan wanted to know what the heck was this orb. Jareth said it’s what our hearts greatly desired but Johnathan didn’t even know what this thing was. Could it have been a mistake? How weird would that be. 

Travin listens to Johnathan's statement and smiles, "Johnathan doesn't know how much that means to Travin hmmm it's a lot yeh! And Travin is glad to have such a trusting friend" He says with a sniffle as he gets closer to the Dhampir and attempts to give him a hug, it is apparent that something has changed in the little junkman, but maybe for the better.

Johnathan awkwardly allows the little creature to give him a hug with one arm wrapped around the little creature. Im not really good at this. He sees that Travin really needed to hear these words and let’s the creature hold on. Johnathan knew what it was like to leave your family to try and save the world. There there.

When the hug is over he looks to Jareth. Jareth, you have given many great gifts today and you say they are what we desire. But this he holds out the orrery, this is something I didn’t expect to find. Can you tell me what it does? I’m guessing you know since you gave it to me. 

"This is the Orrery of the Wanderer."  Jareth says as he takes the orrery in his hands.  His fingers glide over the intricate carvings of the device as he gazes upon it.  "I've had it in my possession for a long time.  Or, really, in the possession of the Labyrinth.  I don't need it anymore.  Used correctly, the orrery can allow you to move about other realms and planes, or through time in some aspects.  Of course, it's been stifled by its confinement in the Labyrinth, because the Labyrinth is a separate plane from the rest of Hyboria.  In Hyboria, though, it connects the Temple of Time to Aughra's Observatory, which, if I may add, is really a giant orrery itself.  The longer you study it, the longer you have it in your hands, the more you will understand.  What it won't tell you is that when you use it to manipulate time and reality...time and reality manipulates you...and it also runs the risk of opening doors to...other...places...and letting things in."