He had not thought the man a liar when Daedris had told him more than a decade had passed since he'd become trapped in the Shadowlands. That he had spoke truth didn't settle in until Sarvan was finally out and in the world and searching for those he knew. Or had known..
Stormwind City had changed plenty in the years that had passed, it had gotten far larger and so too did the crowds that surged through the gates from Elwynn forest and beyond. In the condition that he was.. Worn leathers caked in mud, and probably carrying a scent that was none too pleasant to those that had showered recently it was a miracle that the Guards had let him through the gates at all. Though, they would have had to spot him first.. Despite the time that had passed, the man's skills had not waned. Expertly mingling through the crowds in an effort to remain unseen, just another shape among the crowd as his boots met the cobbled white stone of Stormwind's streets.
"I'm here, Foster." Did he think that worn, corroded com device with the split wires coming from his ear still worked? Well, no.. Force of habit, the routine had always been the same. Return to the city, check in. The silence that followed was no less disheartening even though he knew he wasn't going to here the woman on the other end of the line. No matter.. There were other, more mundane ways to track the woman down and debrief.
When the sun rose on the next morning, Sarvan stood leaning against the arched pillars before the city cemetery. His first night back in reality had come and gone, not a moment spent resting. He was tired, exhausted really, but closing his eyes brought no peace. Not when he'd gotten the answers he searched for and found them bitter. "Here's where you're hiding, Boss? It's a cruel joke considering where you sent us.." He mumbled to himself as he tightened that dirty cloak around his frame and pushed off to trudge down the path, searching out a name among the lists posted before each row of headstones. There was an area of the cemetery set aside for those employed by the Crown that had given the ultimate sacrifice. Neatly kept rows of simple, identical headstones.
Each one had a name etched into the surface and beneath it 'Hero of Stormwind'. He nearly tripped and narrowly missed cracking his head on the edge of one such headstone when he read the name 'Kendal Foster - Hero of Stormwind'. "I.." Nearly choking on the words he wished to voice as he fell to his knees, pushing back the hood on that cloak Sarvan had wrapped tightly around his frame. "I'm sorry I'm late, Foster.." Leaning forwards to rest his brow against the cool stone, mumbling under his breath.