"He's… gone," Chloe commented, dumbfounded, watching him vanish into the distance.
Aisling didn't react, but the disappointment on her beautiful face was impossible to miss. It had been four years. His absence had carried heavy consequences for her and her people, and when he finally reappeared he had barely taken the time to greet them, as if he hardly recognized them.
Patting the shoulder plate of her armor with his short arm in a clinking rattle of metal, the dwarf Bhammod tried to console her.
"Keep your cool. You can see the situation's critical everywhere. The fact he even took the time to save us is already something."
An anxious clearing of a throat ruined the bearded warrior's attempt at comfort, earning him a crooked grimace.
"What?! Elduin, you think this is the time for theatrics? Our Ais is feeling down here."
Instead of answering, the elf simply pointed toward the foot of the mountain.
