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Shifting sound coming from the tent’s flap draws his attention from the maps before him. Looking up he sees Felassan watching him warily, Elgar’nan sighs, “What has the Dread Wolf done now?”
Grimacing slightly, Felassan approaches the table, reaching for the wolf statuette and placing it closer to the fronts than before. “He knows you’re the one leading us now.” He sighs, meeting Elgar’nan’s gaze, “Tortured one of ours to find it out. While the other Evanuris are focused on wielding the Blight, he is focused on you. Why?”
Straightening up as he adjusts his robe, “As you know, I used to be with Mythal before it all went to the void. Solas was once one of hers, before he rose to the rank he has. Now he is only Fen’harel, Wisdom is no more.”
Felassan sucks in a sharp breath, “Surely there is some way to reach him still?” Brushing his hair back, Egar’nan reveals an ear torn nearly in half, “Oh, how I wish it could be done, but alas.”
Sighing softly, Felassan looks at the map, “Then we need to be prepared for him.” Elgar’nan hums in agreement, before warning him, “I will not be kept off the field, Felassan, so don’t even try.” The Slow Arrow shrugs, “Worth a shot.” The Sun Tamer groans at the pun, while his general smirks.
Written by a human in Ellipsus.