Desalith first saw Oryx make tribute outside to the fallen, and then heard Cerwi’s song. Well, tribute is a whole part of this reunion. He remembered with fondness and sadness in particular his friend Concara; they had learned from each other’s differing roots.

He joined Oryx outside, raised his own cup, and poured it on the same spot. “Rest in peace, old friends.”

As he thought of his old friends, other thoughts intruded. Darker ones. Ones of what he saw in the Necromancer’s mind… images of... evil...

He shook his head to dispel the thoughts, but they still lingered, and it troubled him.