Reluctantly, another guide produces the sword you used to fend off your younger self, as you take it in your hands you see before you a gossamer scroll, arriving soundlessly in a cloud of shimmering white smoke and unfurling as you read.
The ephemeral and shifting text enumerates every consequence and butterfly effect of your choice to retain your old weapon.
You feel a sense of loss but understand there is no other path than to continue on the quest
