After waiting for roughly three eternities (or, to an outside observer, roughly two seconds) Sjigs patience snaps like a twig. He knocks Nak on the back "Wake up we don't have time to wait around we'll go find information on our own without the help of failure elf thing come on nak stop laying about like you are dead I can feel you are alive and you need to take up to carry me oh look over there it looks like my fellow mages are converging in a convent geographical spot ideal for the conversations between my great and their slightly less but still great great minds come on Nak lets go." Sjig sprouted incoherently as Nak slowly rose up onto four legs and plodded into the direction that Sjig was wildly pointing too.
Sjig-Nak made their way over to the other conversing mages, sprouting a non ending stream of gibberish that had long since veered away from any topic important at this moment or any other. After a moment Sjig seems to notice that they've arrived near the other mages and brings himself back to reality, his mode of speech slowing down somewhat as he makes an actual effort to converse with beings of actual importance. ".... And that's why the moon should rightfully be green instead of it's currently disgusting shade Nak and OH! HELLLLLLLOOOOOOO Other magical users of importance on this mission! Greetings! I am in search of information on the future, divined or mundane! For example, my name is Sjig! And this is Nak! What are your names monikers nicknames call signs or symbols?"