Searith Territory...
The Searith Patriarch had already returned home with his people.
The failed campaign against the Pyrathi had left Rothen furious. He hadn't gained a single thing and had nearly gotten himself killed in the process.
"What a fucking disaster. Good thing I got out fast. Brannor's an idiot for staying behind. Once those people come back out, he won't be able to leave even if he wants to."
"Patriarch," the High Elder said quietly, "we ran off like that. What if they come after us?"
"Well..."
"Pyrelia is enormous. They shouldn't have the time to track us down."
Rothen didn't sound particularly confident.
"But what if Brannor tells them where we are?"
"..."
The High Elder's words made him even more uneasy.
"If they pressure him, that bastard really might give us up."
"No. We need to contact the other races. No matter how strong that man is, he's still only Tier 44. If our races join forces, there's no way we can't handle him!"
