Chandea, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 48th day of Fall, Arenfall
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There was a different kind of tension in the air. Ulfaar's heart raced as he waited for Orphella to open the passage on the stone wall. The elf looked at him, worried at his current position.
Ulfaar's eyes met with the elf's, even without words or signals it was clear to the both of them that they were having a conversation. Her eyes spoke to him, asking him if he was alright. He tried his best to look alright in front of her, but it was clear that he wasn't.
The elf gave him a worried smile. Ulfaar wanted to tell Orphella not to worry but with Commander Crovar currently breathing on his neck, that would be impossible. The old Commander signaled the elf to prepare herself for the wall opening.