Verathin had been by Kallinvar’s side through everything. He had been the best of them, the light that shone brightest in the darkest of nights. Were it not for Verathin, Kallinvar would have died in Ilnaen. Were it not for Verathin, Kallinvar would probably have died long before that on the fields of Lithwain, where Verathin had first offered him the Sigil. And now the greatest man he had ever known was not even to be granted the respite his soul had so desperately deserved.
