[ He takes point for the rest of his companions, close enough that he hears the words of the spirit. Quiet, he listens. He knows that Cole means well, wishes to help, but does not know the nuance of time or place. But before he can offer a gentler explanation than Sera's, the three are off. He stands at the bottom of the upward slope, gaze flickering to the cages that line the wall, mouth drawn in a tight line.
Idly, he wonders what it meant, the three hearts. Had Wrathion lost someone? Parents, family perhaps? It is not his place to ask, but he thinks he might later offer an ear anyway.
The rumble of whatever the enemy is - and it is a giant, causes the ground to tremble. Nervousness grips Lasulahn, and he worries for his companions out of sight. Cassandra and Blackwall line together in front of him, shields forward and blades at the ready. Bull circles to the side, and Lasulahn can tell by his expression, even at a distance, and the way his head tips back to take in their enemy, that it must be a giant. ]
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Idly, he wonders what it meant, the three hearts. Had Wrathion lost someone? Parents, family perhaps? It is not his place to ask, but he thinks he might later offer an ear anyway.
The rumble of whatever the enemy is - and it is a giant, causes the ground to tremble. Nervousness grips Lasulahn, and he worries for his companions out of sight. Cassandra and Blackwall line together in front of him, shields forward and blades at the ready. Bull circles to the side, and Lasulahn can tell by his expression, even at a distance, and the way his head tips back to take in their enemy, that it must be a giant. ]