His mind was reeling with thoughts of Jorghan, and that's when he saw her, the matriarch of Narmishina. A beautiful elf of the eastern mountains. She was known for her charming personality and unparalleled wisdom.
Kael'var looked at the rest of them like one might look at insects that had learned to speak.
"So this is where the dying dogs crawl together," he said lazily.
Vel'moth's jaw clenched.
"You have no business here, Nor'vack."
Kael'var ignored him completely.
His gaze slid, slow and predatory, until it landed on Narmishina.
And stayed there.
A faint smile curved his lips.
"Well," he murmured, "at least ruin hasn't stolen all beauty from the Ma'zenti."
Narmishina straightened at once, her survivor's guilt hardening into quiet fury.
"Leave, Kael'var."
It wasn't the first time he went after her. From the moment he saw her, he was after her, constantly harassing her.
He stepped closer instead.
"You used to walk with a spine," he said.
