"When I was young." So spoke Skullion, Skull for short. The others at the table listened as he began to speak. Dinner long finished, the fire ebbing low in the fireplace, sending out a glow against the coming evening. Skullion began again. "When I was young, I saw a running woman." Skull got out of his chair and walked to the south door that overlooked the fields and forests near Skara Brae. "To this day I cannot remember her face or look, only that I started to think of time then, and memory, our leftovers of times past." "Her urgency to get somewhere on time to do something unknown to me, started me thinking." He paused and looked out at the darkening sky. "Her urgency then is as long forgotten as her need for it. That was many lives ago." "My decision then to follow time, led me a merry chase up hill and down dale, through much chaos and many patterns." "The major trick being to avoid the melancholia of the past and the fear of the future." The last words with a wry grin as he turned back to his companions. He glanced at these five that knew him. "Change comes. Not at its usual pace, but at a greater scale than tis normal." "I can feel the changes coming, they blow through my hair like the wind, they are far off, but eventually to be here." Putting his hands on the back of the chair he had eaten at, Skullion leaned forward. "The changes will affect us little in most regard, the only thing I cannot fathom is the sense of deadening, of neutrality, that comes to me." "Its like looking into dead eyes.", he nodded and even smiled at his castle steward's stifled cough. "Yes, much like my own." He continued. "Many times I have said goodbye to people, places and times. Only to have others to welcome. So will this be." Skullion paused and then smiled. "As to tonight, we must find that old port and get the kitchen to send up some of those delightful local cheeses. Tomorrow I leave again, but tonight, tonight we are here and that is all that matters."