I know that goodbye means nothing at all

Sitri was not sure what the bone was that Tyrande was carrying. He looked at it curiously as he continued on down the path that Jinx had chosen. His eyes were adjusting slowly, he was used to the dark having lived in it most of his life. He sniffed at random dirt and stones.

There were pretty rocks everywhere he found he liked the way they glittered. Pretty rocks. He spoke quietly.