"Gilmore," he began, "there is more to existence than what's in Bauer's Treatise on the Outer Planes. We can't pretend to have all the answers, mystical or otherwise." He held up the technology that was both foreign and confusing in his hands as proof. "Perhaps you just haven't discovered the magic yet. Or perhaps the gods are quieter here." He shrugged his shoulders. "I can't explain what it is that Raven Queen has planned nor do I know if perhaps there's more for me to do until it arises." As Gilmore began his slow meltdown, though, Vax wondered if, perhaps, there was concern for... Well, what he wasn't certain.
"I received the same letter as you," he replied, "why did you choose to step through the door and walk away?" He merely took a deep breath. "My path took me to a very different place. All of our paths, did." Glancing back at him, he merely offered a sad smile. "My sister had her place in White Stone as did Percy, Pike and Grog always have each other, Scanlan had his daughter, and Keyleth..." Oh, sweet Keyleth. "Keyleth had an entire tribe to think of. My place was not by her side. It's wherever the Raven Queen wishes me to be." Duty, you see, trumped whatever feelings he had. They both knew that eventually this would have to happen, and that it would sooner rather than later.
"You have no idea," he replied, "the amount of wares were sparse without you by our side." He wore a small grin. "Plus, very few were as enjoyable to look at." He blinked, though, when he realized the amount of time Gilmore spouted. "Five years, though? It's only been a year since we've seen you last, Shaun." Was the man feeling all right? Or, perhaps, time moved differently on this plane? Much like it had in the Feywild.