Light help him, he was tired. He was just so very, utterly exhausted. Anger faded to melancholy on his face; he felt his heart, such as it was, withdraw.

"I cannot tell you what to decide," Koltira replied. "I can give you only the honest truth of myself, and that I have done." A tired ghost of a smile crossed his face as he looked up to the sky, shrugging in defeat. "By the Light, I have done nothing else."

It was unfortunate. He had liked the man, perhaps a little too well. Koltira lifted a hand before he also set out, turning to the forest. He would go to the lake, to the ice and silence. He would stay. "Shorel'aran. Farewell."