Lares smiles sadly at Albrecht.
”Well, at least you are as I remember you, my confused old friend. Yes, you were killed by hedge magicians, and then came back to save me.”
He waves his arm, indicating the laboratory.
”As for the rest… I was hoping you could have helped me figure it out.”
Lares sits down on the floor, raking his beard with his fingers.
”I remember being at my gauntlet, and then I suddenly woke up here, a place I don’t know, next to a girl I don’t know. And look at these notes – they are definitely written by me, but I don’t remember ever writing them! At first I thought I suffer from amnesia, but I don’t think I’ve grown older – do I look older to you? – and certainly not enough to have completed this much research!”
He looks up at Albrecht.
”Have you ever heard of anything like this? It’s as if I had… replaced my future self? Or better: as if my future self had been replaced by his former self. I don’t think I have ever heard of any Hermetic magic that could do such a thing. Have you heard of the Fae getting up to similar shenanigans? Or maybe the Infernals tricking us with madness of this sort?”