Arachnor's laugher is hollow. The animals that were once so moved by the elf's singing are now frightened by the human's laughter. "It matters not that I am a human, Elandonia. I am so powerful, I can make myself live forever. But you dissapoint me. Instead of tears you are singing that song again. That damned song." He frowns as he steps through the gate and over to the drow. Looking down at the name upon the grave. "Shinshuru. It's good that he died before he found out who you really are."
