Dragoncrest Cliffs bonders' enclave

Svalinn’s paws crossed moodily, indicating his desire to remain closed off. I just came to congratulate you and share a peaceful meal, he muttered. But Val was not so easily deterred. After a long bout of uncomfortable silence, the bruiser relented with a huff, dropping all pretense. It’s the girls. They were due back ages ago... and I- Another sigh, and then a shake of his head. You understand.

It didn’t matter how many times he told himself not to worry about the things he couldn’t change, he still felt an uneasy pang of helplessness at the thought of his daughters. It just seems to get harder every day, not easier. Wasn’t time supposed to heal all wounds? What was this brand of sorcery, then?