Golden Glade When no one is left

The mercenary had only just entered the tunnels when he caught the sorrowful song of Shalon's call ring through the tunnels. A puzzled expression took over the brute's face as he continued his way onward, quickly weaving and winding his way through the system of tunnels, hastily making his way to the heart of the Inner Circle.

As Sylvas arrived, his golden gazed looked to the few gathered, eventually peering up to Shalon stood high upon a boulder. 'What was going on?' He pondered, amber eyes glancing around at the room waiting for Alder or either Aspen to make an appearance. 'Where were they?' Giving an anxious sway of his tail, Sylvas joined the others that gathered around Shalon.