"I wish to give you one of my mother's things. I don't think I'll ever be able to touch this again. Thank you
"I wish to give you one of my mother's things. I don't think I'll ever be able to touch this again. Thank you for everything, and farewell!"
SpeakerNortellara
- "I owe you my life, king. My life and my hopes. I pray that one day I might repay you in kind, but for now..."
- "My mother is dead, and I... feel nothing?" Nortellara speaks in a quiet voice. "Perhaps my heart is made of s
- The young elf looks at the bodies of her mother and her other relatives, shocked. "An endless circle of death.