The words flow like a silver river, evoking images, feeling, sights. The sorrow of the fall. The pain of witnessing good things crushed under the fist of malice.
Kell stares, listening in silence. The tales Elrond weaves is barely few sentences long, and yet somehow it already manages to get through the hope and desperation of the events that transpired. Kell feels his heart sink. What chance does he have competing against such mastery? Thing is, it's not even on his mind right now. Right now, Kell needs to know if the man succeeded. He really hopes he did.]
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The words flow like a silver river, evoking images, feeling, sights. The sorrow of the fall. The pain of witnessing good things crushed under the fist of malice.
Kell stares, listening in silence. The tales Elrond weaves is barely few sentences long, and yet somehow it already manages to get through the hope and desperation of the events that transpired. Kell feels his heart sink. What chance does he have competing against such mastery? Thing is, it's not even on his mind right now. Right now, Kell needs to know if the man succeeded. He really hopes he did.]
Did he find them?