A faint smile gradually returned to Xerathuna's face. "It seems age has finally taught you some wisdom."
"Perhaps."
"You should have answered that way from the beginning. It would have saved us both considerable time."
The old man merely smiled as he stroked his beard, which only made several elders behind him exchange confused glances. They knew their ancestor well enough to recognize when he was swallowing his pride for the sake of the sect, and whatever expression currently rested on his face certainly wasn't that.
Xerathuna didn't bother trying to decipher it. As far as she was concerned, Green Mountain had made the sensible choice, which meant there was no longer anything standing between her and the little rat who had escaped her grasp for far too long.
"Go. Go and drag him out."
The paladin standing next to her immediately bowed and stepped forward. He only examined the area for a moment before identifying a portal in the southern part of the sect.
