From: Balefire Subject: [Porc] Difficult Decision Balefire stepped back as the Werre warriors labored in the narrow, dusty space to free their comrade. Bearded jaws clenched in rage and frustration, he assessed the amount of cave-in debris still clogging the passage. As if to himself, but loud enough for all to hear, he forced the bitter words out through barely-open teeth. "Once you free him, I fear we must abandon the task of opening this plug of rock and sand. Something...a feeling...an intuition...tells me we had best proceed on our quest. It abrades my heart to say it, but we must leave the women to fend for themselves. Twilight is with them, and I trust her to see them safely to wherever they decide to go. Knowing J'layah and Mea as well, I venture that they will try the citadel's main portal, or mayhap attempt the walls." The scarred warmage's expression, his very stance, radiated rage, but he spoke calmly, if with undertones of wrath held barely in check. "I feel that we will do them more good by advancing than by searching for them. I also feel that we must meet our foe sooner rather than later. My mind counsels caution, but my instincts demand speed. What's more, I have vague recollection of an ancient prophecy, which may bode well for our chances...for mine, at least. I shall go on into this cursed citadel, and finish the job Th'Sollar began. I believe I know how the Bloodstone must be used, and methinks it should be used as soon as may be. I advise you to come with me, if you will, and would welcome your swords and support, but I cannot make the decision for you." So saying, the grim Dark Elf loosened his great sword in its scabbard, hefted his staff, and marched into the darkness toward the citadel. Very softly, he was humming the Ebonheart battlesong as he faded into the shadows.