"Farewell, brothers! May we meet again!"
Thrad bade them farewell with the widest of grins.
Dwarves were quite the happy bunch, and while the stocky fellow, six or seven years older than Caleb, truly viewed them as brothers, he apparently had a son and a wife back home that he kept secret for fear that he would be treated like some fragile thing by his comrades.
It was impossible to exchange the chance to return to one's flesh and blood for brotherly sentiment.
At least not for Dwarves, who loved their kin deeply.
Aesyn had left before him, leaving Lesha heavy-hearted.
The relic was in the hands of the humans, after all, so as much as she wanted to attempt meeting her shy yet stoic sister again, she couldn't.
Unless she conquered an Underworld Region for a key relic…
The sheer difficulty of it all. Perhaps she would try, but not anytime soon.
With Thrad's departure, only the five of them were left — Daru, Elara, Caleb, Lesha, and Nando.
