A shiver of cold pushed its way into his skin and the mage reached for the gem that caused it. Communication, he had found, was abundant. But he still preferred his own brand. And being as it had been he who fashioned them, Solan had seen fit to focus his end’s attention on the colder side.
After all he did tend to run a bit hot, being a fire mage.
“Have you found anything?”
A frustrated sigh said everything, though the knight continued anyway. “Not a damn thing.”
Solan could practically hear Corey running his fingers through his hair and pulling on it at the roots.
“It’s like they fell off Azeroth- I’ve found one person, ONE, who saw Randhir. Some shit about busting a lamppost and then trotting off into Eversong with some stranger.”
Solan said nothing. He’d learned it was best to let Corey vent- the knight seemed to work through things when he said them out loud.
“No idea where the other one is.”
There was a pause before the mage murmured a response, “Have you anything of them I could scry with?”
“Yeah. Yeah I went in the house and found some stuff.. El isn’t gonna take this well.”
“It isn’t the first time he’s lost kin- and they aren’t dead only missing.”
He frowned at the snort that came across the gem before Corey replied. “Lotta people still missing we ain’t ever gonna find.”
Solan felt his ears pin back, and the silence from Corey’s end of the line told him the knight was regretting his own words.
Solan broke the quiet again. “Be careful and come back, you can’t do them any good running about ragged. It’s my turn now.”
