Calardor

Why he had gone there, he did not know. But there Aeruthuil sat down on his knees, surrounded by water and green, and in front of him a grave.
Aeruthuil had loved his wife and his daughter with all of his heart, being and soul..-But when he lost his best mate the already empty hole in his life had grown five times it's original size it seemed.

Aeruthuil had looked up from his daydreaming as Demlemoth stood right in front of him. He was very fond of the man and in a way they shared the same sort of pain. Dem told him that he wanted to take him to a place and Aeruthuil agreed. As they walked, it was quiet and calm. Aeruthuil looked up in the night sky as if the stars were calling him home.

Aeruthuil stares in to the fire as he hears the faint sounds of voices, crying and groaning. He chews his lip as he tries to ignore it all although it would prove to be a harder task than he imagined. He closes his eyes in another desperate attempt to ignore what was going on and what had happened but within seconds he opens them again at the sound of Calardor's voice. He blinks as he looks around the camp with a grin before it faints..