The Third Meeting

The massive port city of Shidon shimmered beside the coast, acting as a far off beacon for us as we left the desert dunes. Gax exclaimed something about swimming and immediately started running towards the water, it took him a moment to realize the city wasn't getting any closer. We still had an hour to go, but the visage of the city was a welcome reminder that we were almost at our destination.
 
Gary acted almost surprised once he got a good look at the coast, I don't think he's ever seen the ocean. Once we got past the city's southern gates and said goodbye to the group we had been travelling with, we got to talking about our homelands. I was just in the middle of talking about the smell of Dracmeadow's plains and the cool breeze when I interrupted myself. I could hear music, it was faint as usual, but I heard it, and immediately started looking for that telltale butterfly. The moment Gax recognized the sight, he screamed and ran after it like a child would. I probably did the same. There's something delightfully hopeful that blooms in my chest when I see that butterfly. Gary was of course perplexed, but he turned around when we did and before us stood our two favorite talking statues.
 
Note to self:
Don't call Gary "Little Gary". He seems to prefer "Gary the Greater"
 
And there we introduced Gary to Trevor, for his own first meeting, our third, and Trevor's second. What a wonderfully confusing predicament. Trevor didn't have a task for us this time, instead he had information. Information that I don't know what to do with. He took us through a doorway onto what seemed to be another plane. In this plane was a building of metal and glass, with a glowing sign that said "Josie's". It appeared to be a tavern, filled with bright colors, plush seats, and metal tables. The patrons and the staff seemed indifferent, and our server gave us a bit of an attitude. Trevor calls this the "good deviation".
 
According to him, using Misht's tome, as well as all others in the collection, will bring about certain futures. And if in the right hands, this "good deviation" will be the future. Apparently I'm supposed to be "the right hands", but I don't have that kind of authority; to choose the future, to choose anyone's purpose, not even my own. Trever says that my humbleness only further convinces him of my right to the books, but that I have a choice in this, that I have the ability to say no. But then, isn't that also taking the future in my own hands? Isn't choosing my connection to the tomes a form of taking authority over the future?
 
Trevor then took us to the "bad deviation". A plane full of despair, its colors grayed and air clammy and cold. I could feel my own inner peace slipping away and I was losing the ability to be happy. I had to step away, it was too much. While I can't say I've made my decision yet, I thought to try and get more information from Trevor. He had little to tell me about my dreams, but the book had more. And in regards, to Fridga and Torinth, well we were still unsure where to start our search for that information.
 
Are you showing my visions?
I'm showing you what I can
 
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Things were a bit grim as we left, so we decided to allow ourselves some downtime. We visited a barbarian graphic tee shop, "All the Rage", and "Gareth's" trinket shop. Gary and Gax found a good amount to buy for themselves. On our way to find a leatherworker's shop, Gax found himself following a black dragonborn into the tavern. We followed him, but gave him space to flirt and trying his hand at wooing someone. But it slowly became clear that things weren't right. Gary noticed a massive half-orc watching the two dragonborn and, when he went to confront him, was met by hostility. But the black dragonborn made her relationship with the half orc clear when they stared each other down. Unfortunately, the trap was for me, not for Gax. Which I found out when I went to grab my brother and we were surrounded; the dragonborn, the half-orc, and now a dwarf.
Wondering where it is that I got my tome.