Ankyra Sound long and weary my road has been

eurycrates of ankyra sound had a powerful ring to it. caiaphas shared a quiet glance with her son, wondering if he too felt a flush of pride to hear the words "strong" used to describe him. caiaphas hid her affections well, but knew the male to be right -- illidan was growing (and had been growing) to become something mighty. she would of course claim it was entirely in his nature (for she saw so much of kierkegaard in him), but in some way, perhaps being raised by the plateau had given him a more stable edge than she could provide for him.

exchanges and pleasantries out of the way, caiaphas detailed in brief their time here to eurycrates - and then she and illidan turned for the grotto to restock their dwindling cache.