Golden Glade upon the moment i could talk, i was ordered to listen

Rannoch frowned; he hadn't been looking forward to this conversation. As much as Rannoch had encouraged Breccan's independence, his presence was sorely missed. "He wanted to go and find his friends," Rannoch explained, oblivious of the can of worms that he had potentially opened. "But he won't be gone forever," he promised, "He said that he'd be back to visit. And when he comes back, we'll get to hear all about his adventures." 

Rannoch watched Sionnach gnaw the fern's stalk, and he forced a weak smile. "You'll be sure to lead the welcome party when that happens, right?"