( Elijah, human form. This takes place about a year ago. SUICIDE WARNING. )
The boat to Nabias would be coming into harbour by sunrise. But for the past few days, it had felt both like endless years and a mere blink to Elijah. He barely remembered the trip from the northern continent, the sombre faces of his travelling companions as they all went their separate ways after their party leader’s far, far too early departure. Bradford Dill, enthusiastic explorer, possible madman, and dear friend to them all, was left behind with a band of straggling giants. A smear on their weapons. Had there have been anything they could have done to slip him out of harm’s way? Well, nobody had thought of one in time.