D’Artegenon nodded. “That is a fair question. The answer is that I do not know who it is that we are to witness, but I know who it isn’t. We are not here to witness any of your deaths, we are all part of the path to this death. Beyond that, I cannot say. I cannot even say for certain that I or Wyck are supposed to witness it now that I know we are part of the painting instead off to the side, as my acolyte so ably explained.”
The fading light suddenly caught his attention, and he stood. “Let’s work while we talk. We need to get this fire out soon and I want to make sure the rest of the camp is set up and ready.”
He began gathering up the battered wooden and tin dishes that everyone had been using to eat while he continued. “Lysander and I met decades ago. I was visiting another friend in the area who introduced us. I knew of him, of course, and we talked long into the night. I have been back his way many times and he has always had valuable information and insight to share. Some of his wisdom has guided me in my own path to becoming High Priest, so the relationship has had great value to me.”