“Running away?” repeated Karaliene, nonplussed. “Torin…” She hesitated. A range of emotions flashed across her face, from confusion to understanding to pity. “Oh, Tor. You haven’t heard. Something terrible happened. Someone…” She trailed off, suddenly flustered. She stepped closer, giving his arm a comforting squeeze. “The night you left, someone, or something, attacked. Everyone who was still there…they died.” Wirr stared at Karaliene. “That’s a poor joke, Kara.” Karaliene just looked at him sadly.
