Trever left us to travel the world so that he could be trained a lost art in forgotten tongues. He scaled snow-covered crests and traversed ancient underground labyrinths in search of the gatekeepers. It was only after finding these Chosen Few, after many months of harrowing exploration, did he come to know the One Truth. Just outside the Temple of Exile, a place and time for which Trever knew he could never return, the eldest Few lay weak on his death bed. In his final moments, he confided in Trever what would become the last words he would ever speak. He leaned over and gravely whispered in his ear, "Old fashioned... jello shots."