Kael'var looked at Jorghan with open contempt, his stance making it clear he was only present because Ekatarina had insisted.
"Jorghan Sol'vur," Ekatarina said, her voice carrying harmonics that suggested multiple speakers, her own voice layered with whispers from spirits only she could perceive.
"The heir who crosses the void. The warrior who kills armies alone. The bloodline that refuses to die despite the universe's best efforts."
She looked different from the last time he saw her, and her voice was also different.
"Shaman Ekatarina," Jorghan replied respectfully. Whatever his feelings about her companions, shamans commanded respect in elven culture. Their connection to ancestral spirits and ability to perceive futures made them valuable beyond their physical capabilities.
"Sigora says you've been waiting to speak with me."
"Three days," Ekatarina confirmed.
