Northstar Vale Thánatos

The place where they had buried their daughter was where Maxim was found. A single swinging ear was all that greeted the Arche.

Arsenio closed the space between them, drawing near to the other man. He could feel the weight of Maxim’s grief. It hung on him like a wet rag – soaked, clinging, suffocating. The redstone figure could not fathom how he might bear it. Thinking of his own children, the Arche felt himself grow tearful at what had happened to his friends.

Without saying anything, Arsenio pressed his shoulder to Maxim’s. His red snout was brought to the man’s neck for a soft touch, a rough man’s symbol of care. And he offered warmth to the suffering father, if only for a short time.