Di'thang's eyes roamed shiftily over the quiet town, surveying the scene below him with a soft sigh. His icy white hair blew freely behind him, as it had been allowed free of its usual ponytail. So many years he had now spent in this town; he had learnt much here. Most of all, he had learnt to love.

His thoughts were broken by the feel of a hand tugging his; Di'thang turned his head slowly, knowing without looking whom the hand belonged to.

"Ar'thilmus...”

"The sun has set... let's go, love."

Ar'thilmus stood beside him, a small baby in each arm, her hand gripping his tightly. Baby Aza'lihnlia gave a childish gurgle, her eyes sparkling under the moonlight as she watched Di'thang. He smiled slightly as he looked at her, her lips curling into a grin to match his. Turning his head, his hand slipping out of Ar'th's, Di'thang let his gaze scan the town, ignoring Ar'thilmus' requests for him to hurry up.

His eyes flickered to the ruins where he had first touched Ar'thilmus, and where both of their lives had suddenly changed in that one day… and then there was the tavern; he had seen and heard much there, most of which he was not supposed to. And up by Aisha's; the spot he had killed the creature inside him and freed himself of his 'slavery'...

His shift glanced down to the combat dummies now, abandoned for the night... it was here he had first met her, letting out her frustrations of pregnancy... and here also she had introduced him to her children many months later; the spawn of Victor Spellbinder that he had found himself learning to care about as Ar’thilmus did… and then his eyes landed on the rock at which he had sat for so many hours on end; the hours he had spent there with Verin. And then he turned and nodded to Ar'thilmus, who was now watching with anxiety.

"Is something wrong, Di'thang?

"No, our love. We leave now.”

Smiling, Ar'thilmus nodded in agreement, shrugging her shoulders to push the Magic Bag further up her back. Flicking a stray strand of auburn hair from her face, she handed baby Aza'lihnlia to Di'thang. The small girl giggled and squirmed playfully in his arms, and he put a pale finger to her forehead. Upon feeling his touch, the child ceased her struggling, and tried to cross her eyes to see his finger. This caused a soft snigger from Di'thang, as the shadows began to wrap themselves up over his body. He shot Ar'thilmus a reassuring smile, and in an instant she could no longer see him or Aza. But she had become familiar to this, and without a word turned her back on Pilgrim's Rest, with no intention on her mind of returning.