Shadows

The shadow appearing before him was a surprise, he assumed it was a shade of this realm when it announced its intentions.
"Fine, what does she want?"
His impatient tone was not directed at the elf specifically, he did find her determination for them to remain together a decent gesture. After pacing the Sepulcher he had cooled most of his temper, leaving a low burning sensation in his chest born from frustration and memory.
Sitting on the stone slab he had slept upon, Erik looked to the shadow.