"And it will be returned to you," Wrathion assures him, "once we have made it through this forest. For that to happen, you must be alert."

Wrathion is sympathetic, but now is not the time to linger too much on these memories. The illusions are dangerous. They can hide people as much as they can traps. The last thing they need is both of them getting surprised by bandits while out searching for their belongings.

Not that a black dragon could possibly be surprised by lowly bandits, but still. The principle of the thing. Focus is needed, as much as they can possibly focus.

"Are you ready?"