"The living?" Vaeron asked.
She hesitated, just briefly before answering. "Aye. They vanish as well. Not many nor enough to incite panic, but enough to be noticed by those of us who count," The wind rose, tugging at her silver hair as she folded her arms within her sleeves. "We've distributed quite a reasonable amount of our men to the Gate, supposing he decides to attack. However, as years passed, there was no sign of him. We were convinced something must've happened. Until now,"
Vaeron's gaze lowered to the city, to the towers and bridges swallowed by night and snow. A slow breath left him before he said, "I doubt," he said. "His absence was merely a distraction,"
The fact that he was just finding out about everything seemed to irritate him more than the knowledge itself.
