2499 Second Wave (Part 1)

'I'm no Forgemaster, I'm no Awakened, and I've got no Adamant for my equipment let alone Davross. Even if I manage to achieve all those things, where the heck do I get a mage tower to counter Dawn's?

'More importantly, do I really want to spend centuries chasing after her? How on Mogar is Dawn more important than Friya, Selia, and my adoptive family to me?' Nalrond had no answer to those questions.

"Hello, guys. If someone died, please tell me. When I make an inappropriate joke, it must be on purpose otherwise I can't enjoy the moment." Morok arrived alongside Ajatar the Drake, putting an end to such morbid thoughts.

"Did you resent your father for what he did to you?" Nalrond asked, needing advice from someone who had lived through a similar hurdle. 

"And hello to you too." The Tyrant snorted. "Yes, of course I did. Why?"

"What did you feel when he died? Was it worth the wait?"