Snippet #2391791

Out of everyone's hands, that was the main problem. Casren followed Rynhart with ease despite the furrow in his brow. The man's eyes were cast down to the ground. Ice's lesson had been learned on the way up this bloody rock. Beware the road ahead, Casren thought with a twist of his mouth. It could all melt in Hell. The cold still bit him and he still wrapped a scarf around his nose in outdoor travel when he couldn't bear it any longer. Oh how he missed the Cursed Wood. He had recuperated over his time here pleasantly and was starting to even glimmer, not sparkle, as healthy people tended to do. But still.

Turning to Rynhart, looking him in the face for the first time in lieu of recent events, Casren realized he was in fact frustrated. Why was he so frustrated? 'Tali'van'eh, the coming will be.' He pulled off the scarf.

"Out of our hands, of course," Casren ran a hand through his hair, "'Tali'van'eh, the coming will be. Beware the road ahead,' can you not see? Fool I should have-" He stopped and breathed, smiling mournfully after a moment with sad eyes.

"Practically predicted. Coming up the mountain something-someone!-froze space and time, appearing gloriously to say..." Casren flopped out a hand, "'Tali'van'eh, the coming will be. Beware the road ahead'." He then gestured in a circle, as if to insinuate it all had been the prediction of that one strange appear-er on the mountain. Everything. The wars. The death. The chaos. "Beware the road ahead! But, the first part...'Tali'van'eh, the coming will be'..." Casren sighed and shook his head, looking defeated.