Blacktail Deer Plateau he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father

perhaps that was it; the pain of it didn't really lessen over time, but had become easier to carry. though it was still a burden that weighed heavily on the young man's shoulders, illidan had found his ways of coping. in that, he had missed out on a great deal of emotional growth, but he did not see the use for such trivial things. the thought of coping with his feelings was absurd, no matter what anyone else thought. to him, they were fleeting memories of what he might have been able to become if he had not suffered the loss of a substantial figure. emotion and heartache no longer served a purpose to him, so he cast them aside.

as the boy continued to trek along with the pale woman, he turned to her with an inquisitive expression and a curious glint in the sharp yellow of his gaze. “do you think they will be found?” illidan asked her, referring to his family. it had been some time since they had promised to search for them, and there had been no word aside from the moment that grezig had seen his brother. the dark-hooded wildling had started to wonder if he would ever see them again, or if they had washed away with the body of his father.