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You end up just taking a break, and eating some mushroom. Sure enough, it's like eating shoe leather, as Paracelsus said, though the taste is rather good. It's just... chewy.
While you at, however, you decide to ask Oldfield a few questions, just to be sure.
"So... With the idea that we're looking at wizards affecting your memory, can I go over a few questions?"
Oldfield turns to you,and while he doesn't answer, he looks at you with interest.
"So. Professor... What are you even a professor in?"
"Archeology, in a sense, though I'm closer to a general anthropologist, I became famous for my works in uncovering ancient history, which I later extended into uncovering more contemporary unknowns. Visits to Panacea are rare, and if you happen to find a report on it, I likely had a hand in it. I had found other implications to... ancient, yet advanced cultures. Though this is still the first time I can recall finding such explicit proof of a society THIS advanced... and potentially being responsible for our very existence!"
"Indeed. Say, there's another question I have."
"Tell me?"
"Why was the computer in plain English instead of that ancient English, like what was on the mutagen tanks? I was reading over your shoulder, after all."
That makes Oldfield smile:
"Noticed that, did you? Well... It's clear that the terminal was ancient, and if enough time had passed that the language had changed, while keeping the tanks... Hah, that implies an extreme longevity. Which is interesting, and yet, frustrating. It will be nearly impossible to date anything we found here."
Okay, so it's clear he has answers ready for that. But speaking of ancient civilisations...
"So, you found signs of an advanced civilisation before?" You ask.
"Indeed. An ancient licence plate. Similar to what we saw at the front and back of the Jeeps. I assume it's a way to identify vehicles. Truly interesting, wouldn't you say?"
You nod,though you can't quite agree on the interesting part. This isn't exactly your ballpark.
"And how do you know about the wizards?"
"Rumors, some books... some other people in the same business as I. They're a very shady group, to say the least, hence why we don't even know their name."
Chad interrupts a moment:
"Weren't they the War Wizards?"
"No, little one... Similar to how a group of rats is called a colony, one calls a group of wizards... a War. And trust me, the name is well-placed. Nothing is quite as destructive."
Another question, then: "Why do you think they suppress this information?"
Oldfield leans back, munching on a piece of mushroom. It takes an uncomfortably long amount of time, due to how tough the mushroom s, but eventually, he swallows, and tells you:
"I don't know. Perhaps they fear just anybody gaining access to amazing power, or immortality. It's very hard to tell. Frankly, I don't want to ask them, either. But, I don't think it-"
Then, Oldfield suddenly turns pale, and Chad takes out his sword, hissing.
