The Bells Of Mourning

*Gerhardt* · 07-17-2013, 05:20 PM

He was intrigued, and rather concerned that this Valhallan female was so upset and had managed to find her way here. What ailed Valhalla so that they would send her to their allies? Was it war, or famine, or some other form of strife? His brow furrowed slightly, but unfurled as Epiphron addressed him. She further explained that this woman was her mother. Cairo's wife, then. Yes? It seemed safe enough to assume so. Brow furrowed once more, wondering why she hadn't spoken this herself. It would have been polite to do so, but given her state of sadness he would let it pass. When Erani did speak, it was to Epiphron. Gerhardt began to feel very much like a third wheel. The news then came, and all made sense. Cairo had passed. What a tragedy! Gerhardt's ears pinned back, and a melancholy demeanor slid over his features. The great patriarch of the Adravendi line was gone. Lost to the world forever. It was a sad day indeed.

My sincerest apologies to you both, I know this must come as a great loss. The King's head declined an inch or two. I will leave you to your mourning, there are others I should inform. Slipping forward to offer a gentle brush of his cheek on Epiphron's side, he quickly pivoted away and farther into Valhalla. This was a time better spent between mother and daughter.

Exit Gerhardt

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