Wrathion comes to a full stop this time, hesitating as he tries to pick his words correctly.
"He was a black dragon, like myself -- although Fahrad hid that from me at first. I could sense it, regardless. He had lived at Ravenholdt, keeping himself away from Neltharion's plans. Like the rest of my family, however, he eventually did succumb to the whispers. I did not know of a way to help him, then. I thought there was only one solution."
Could he have helped him, if he'd begun looking into ways to stem the madness back then? Would he have been able to craft something in time? Could he have held Fahrad securely as long as he'd needed to?
He supposes there's no point dwelling on it now, it cannot be undone.
Still.
"We should keep moving," Wrathion prompts, and he begins to pick his way through the trees once more.
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"He was a black dragon, like myself -- although Fahrad hid that from me at first. I could sense it, regardless. He had lived at Ravenholdt, keeping himself away from Neltharion's plans. Like the rest of my family, however, he eventually did succumb to the whispers. I did not know of a way to help him, then. I thought there was only one solution."
Could he have helped him, if he'd begun looking into ways to stem the madness back then? Would he have been able to craft something in time? Could he have held Fahrad securely as long as he'd needed to?
He supposes there's no point dwelling on it now, it cannot be undone.
Still.
"We should keep moving," Wrathion prompts, and he begins to pick his way through the trees once more.