<b>For a brief moment, Allassiel allowed Thorgan to comfort her. She'd allowed few near her after Hadron's death – for, while his body still walked, his soul was dead. Had she not seen it herself, in his eyes when they fought that first time? She'd not wanted to believe it then, couldn't believe that he was lost to her. The elven outpost she'd come across a scarce few days later, however, had proven it beyond doubt. She could still see the devastation he'd rained down up them. The lifeless, broken bodies of their kinsman. The blood. <br/>
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She attempted to push away from Thorgan, unwilling to lean on anyone long for strength. “The mass of his army may be long away. But his scouts … his goblins … they will be swift. They're only thought to find us. Hadron knew much … strategy, war. Weapons. He trained centuries. All of this Rakothûrz has. Many elves learned under him. I … he was my teacher too.” <br/>
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As she looked from one face to the other, she realized these men – and dwarf – would not be swayed. In fact, the dwarf, much like the ones of Moria, seemed eager to the challenge. <br/>
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That thought almost brought a smile to Allassiel's face.</b><br/><br/><b>At Flagdon's mention of her cousin, Allassiel nodded. “I should go to get them and ...” she paused, recalling what Thorgan had said. What Pegawen was likely doing. “Better … perhaps someone else should. I will go to the house and gather my things.”</b>