'Seven years, Jodoh? Seven years meandering a forest? You exceed my others in but -one- way: uttermost worthlessness.. An hourglass in the sky? The Meridian? Gather yourself and utter sense, imbecile.'
'How hadn't I unearthed this before? To think I mocked Jodoh for it. The architecture is distinctly..
human. I'll endure my revulsion for my wandering fool's sake.'

'Mortals and their silly love of myths. A work of men, rife with inexcusable vagary.'

'That -putrescent- Vistani usurper. Blithely possessed of the thought this isn't -all mine-.'

'A fortress long moldering in quiet? -Original-. Absolutely.. original. The design isn't Solamnic. Then what?'

'The heraldry eludes me.. but only for so long. Rot? An inkling of it evidenced by the war machines. Their unusual preservation offers insights.'

'Too long separated from their animus to endure revivification. Besides, I do so loathe dialogue with the races of men.'

'Yet -more- reliefs.. and the stripling. If there is meaning to -any- of these displays, they forget that stones too lie.'

'The retinue of one whom hasn't decided it prudent to reveal themselves. Unlike the fortress, these statues are inarguably Solamnic.. yet not. Like those below.'

'I shall reward Jodoh's uncharacteristic achievement with the gift of his continued existence. Until I tire of him anew. I believe that I shall borrow of his miserable ranting..'
'So it is named the
Twilight Meridian.'