Somewhere in Thakan'dar...
'He did what?!' Moridin fumed. Shaidar Haran merely smirked.
Jaeiryoz wasn't sure if the temperature in the room had dropped, now that Moridin and Shaidar Haran were there, or whether he was feeling flustered. Even if you were a Dreadlord tasked with ruling the Stronghold, one did not meet these two with at least some feeling of unease.
'He took his forces and left, my lord,' Jaeiryoz said.
'This is what happens if you give your subjects too much freedom,' Shaidar hissed.
Moridin gave Shaidar Haran a flat stare.
'Perhaps if you lived for hundreds of years, you would realize you need an interest, a passion in order to be motivated to live that long.'
Shaidar smirked again, and hissed 'Yet, now your pet has taken all the knowledge he has gained over the centuries and gone rogue. And he has managed to evade our eyes and ears. Even your locates.'
Moridin waved away his comment. 'We will find him. He found a cache from High Queen Egoridin of some country that is now called Saldaea. Perhaps we should send someone to investigate.'
Shaidar Haran turned and said 'Jaeiryoz.'