Wynter's presence in Blackway was unnerving. Not because of Wynter himself, whom Narvin had once privately assessed to be a tolerable, if woefully inexperienced, Castellan. (Certainly preferably to Andred.) It was because for him, Wynter was dead. Dead a long time ago. And whereas an alien life could be accessed at any point along their timeline--examine their gravestone one microspan, hop in a TARDIS and watch them being born the next--Time Lords were different. One couldn't go back in time and witness the birth of Rassilon. One couldn't see a dead man alive again. Or at least one wasn't supposed to.

Except here Wynter was.

But whatever Narvin's thoughts on the matter, Wynter was also the only other Time Lord on the planet, now that the quarantine was in place. And beyond that, Gallifrey owed a great deal to Wynter for containing the virus as long as he did, and giving warning to Romana. But gratitude wasn't something that Narvin was adept at showing.

"You can join me if you wish, although no one's ever praised me for my pleasant company, so don't expect much."