This Silence kills...[Closed]

[Elthas]

The elder walked past Elthas as he moved away from Tobias...and faded off into the aether. He was just a casualty of rhe cataclysm...one of too many to count. Elthas watched the aether material dissolve. He then turned his attention the one that spoke....it was difficult to discern what was real and what was not anymore.

Memories faded in and out of his already twisted mind...he'd never seen the fellow before him in his long life.

Althanas was a vast world...and that could have meant anything.

The question lingered in the air between the two of them for a moment longer than it needed to. It was at that point the severity of the elf's situation became all too clear. Once a bard...he could no longer speak his voice was lost. Perhaps for the remainder of his days. Elthas wanted to say something back to the stranger, but only frustration was in his eyes. He'd been running for a long time.

Perhaps to that very day, to that very adventure.

Only a series of muffled sounds came from Elthas' throat. The intent to speak was there...but he'd lost the capacity for voice. The bardic arts were also lost to him. Elthas watched the man for a long moment. Frustration mounting. He was not sure how to proceed. Once he could bring whole warring factions to their knees with his voice alone.

That time was long since gone.

He looked down at the barren empty dirt. Then back at Tobias. All he could do was nod in agreement. At that point...the tears were already flowing from Elthas' eyes. For whatever reason...he knew Tobias was real and not the ghosts of his broken past.