Telfenham had walked the planes many times before, but never in the way that would be required to get Gilean home as soon as possible. Unlike the elf that showed up with the necklace, Telfenham had no trinket which easily sliced through planes. Telfenham only had abilities. He could create planes, he could traverse them, but only in real time, and that meant from where they were, Gilean was a long, long, long way from home.
Telfenham sighed as he looked over the planar map in his study. There was only one way to make this trip fast, and by fast, 5 months. Only one way, and it would put them all in the deepest danger. He would have to escort Gilean through the Nine Hells. All the way down, until at last, they could reach the portal to the Outlands. once there, the city of Sigil would await them and they could easily find the portal to the material plane. But oh, the risk.
Celestials in the den of everything evil. Telfenham stared at the map, looking for any other way. It was the fastest, and he knew that Gilean would not hesitate to use it, but it was the most risky. Outside of that, the trip to the material plane would take them through roughly eighty-seven major- and demi-planes.
Velentham walked in and peered down over his father's shoulder. "You can't be serious, father. You can't be."
"I gave him my word, Velentham. What more can be done?"
"For him? Eosos? He's a traitor to his race and a... a..."
"There is more to him, Velentham. There are things you do not understand."
"Then help me to understand, father. Help me understand why you will go to such lengths for this man but not for me?"
Telfenham stood up and glared at his son. For the first time in a long time, the aura about him glowed with intensity. His eyes burned with a bright silver as he looked at the cowed young Celestial. "I have done more than I ever intended to do for you, Velentham. I have allowed you to insult me. I have allowed you to pout like a child. I will no longer have it. It is because of your appetites that we are here, and because of your appetites that we are both at risk of banishment. If you know what is best for you, you will stay your tongue and your temper."
His head bowed, Velentham vanished, leaving Telfenham to calm himself and look back at the map. There had to be another way, perhaps he just hadn't seen it yet.
