Arriving at the Bridge of Mists, Master Iltronu gripped the shoulder of his young pupil warmly.
“I tell you again Kelastro, nothing good lies beyond the Bridge. You will not like what you find there.”
“But that is just it, Master! You can tell me. But can you listen for me to a Shalpatru bard? Can you taste for me a Treleskan blood pear? Can you touch for me Altorian lion-spider silk? Can you smell for me the salt air of the Zandroskan coast? You can not. Go I must.”
Iltronu, of course, did understand but he wept bitterly nonetheless.