Rokan considers Malkaer's ceased existence and reflects momentarily on the fragility of experience and the groups current proximity to danger and death. It causes him to further analyze his actions in the previous battle and how he might better ensure his continued existence.
I, as well, am ready to enter.
The Tyrian druid inclines her head solemnly to the company as she descends from the steps that connect the sandy valley with the upper reaches of the Serpent Singer temple. Indeed, she makes barely a sound as Misra completes her path down the ramp that ascends behind the two immense towers that stand at the front of the ancient structure. The cliff-like cowl of her dark green traveling cloak, made up of long sheets that appear vaguely chitinous, overshadows the druid's fine features as she begins to speak.
It is a strange sound to hear the cool, clear, steady tones of her voice for once not in the spaces of the mind,
"It is here, for now, that we must part paths, for my companion Dalman and I must return to Destiny's Chariot to prepare a report for our confederates in the Free City, and embassy which we will dispatch by carrier-bee to the Gardens of the High Templar this very afternoon."
"We shall also take into our protection this brother druid of Raam,"
she gestures at the halfling Taalik.
"I pray by the wisdom of the naturemasters that guide us that we shall meet again in peace."