He turns to look at the staring corpses and frowns. Illusions...it's so insulting, having his son's specialty turned against him and his like this. He raises a hand, and the shadowy image of a curtain draws between them and the illusory corpses. It's not nearly so convincing a figment as the ones around them, but it doesn't need to be.
"It pierces the heart and eats away at our hope, leaving naught but a bitter fear. But I recall also that you withstood the assault, and made a marked difference in that battle."
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He turns to look at the staring corpses and frowns. Illusions...it's so insulting, having his son's specialty turned against him and his like this. He raises a hand, and the shadowy image of a curtain draws between them and the illusory corpses. It's not nearly so convincing a figment as the ones around them, but it doesn't need to be.
"It pierces the heart and eats away at our hope, leaving naught but a bitter fear. But I recall also that you withstood the assault, and made a marked difference in that battle."