[ He can't quite explain the sudden shift in the air -- literal and metaphorical -- and for a moment his annoyance cracks to give way to a certain amount of reserved concern. After all, despite everything that had transpired between the two of them...

Yes. Wrathion was still his friend, at the end of it all. ]

Somewhat, but it appeared we didn't have time for an in-depth discussion. Finding the talismans and securing a way out of this place seemed the priority.

[ There's a pause, broken only by the crunch of leaves and grass under their boots, and the steady sawing of the blade against steel-dense vines. ]

You're...familiar with her?

[ Odd. Wrathion isn't the sort to make friends that fast. ]