Listening to Duras, Elscene will call him, from her reclining position against the wall.

'Are you sure that bringing an old, almost defenseless, man into almost certain danger with us is really a good idea? It seems probable that, if we followed such a course, we would be, too all intents, killing the poor man. Look at him, one good knock, and he'd probably crumple, at this point! I think it would be safer for us if we did not take him, and I'm sure that it would be safer for him to live out his remaining years peacefully somewhere.'

She pauses, breathing deeply and exhausted from the ordeal she was unprepared for.

'If I recall correctly, someone said that the old men the other night, said there was a curse? And that the only way to not age as Anavren has is to leave the mine in the prescence of the Healer. But Anavren has already left the mine, and has already aged. Coming back, would not the Healer only prevent him from aging again, to dust this time? If it is a true curse, then I wonder if the Healer can do anything for him, anymore.'

She sighs, deeply, saddened by the tragedy that has befallen Anavren.