We came to a decision, or at least two seperate decisions. Taurox had come to the decision to return to his tribe. He had contacted them-how he would not divulge-and they agreed, under a certain condition. He would be branded with the symbol of an outcast. He could help the tribe and they woul help him, but he would never be able to take a mate. His legacy could not live on. They would send a ship to Draco's Port to recieve him.
This coincided with our decision. Grim, Valanthe, and I had decided to leave Anahelm. We would travel the continents of Corvain, warning people of what happened here, disuading them from repeating it. So together for a little longer, our foursome traveled to Draco's Port.
"Why not come with us, Taurox?" I asked him on the road.
He shook his head, "I cannot. Our travels together have showed me that I cannot run from my problems any longer. I must confront them."
I nodded in understanding. And before I knew it we wer at Draco's Port. It was once the port city of Anahelm, sending out goods to all corners of Corvain. Now it was a den of inequity, with men charging unreasonable prices to get the survivors away. We had procured transport on an airship that woudl take us to our first stop.
Grim was silent, shaling Taurox's hand and patting his back.
Valanthe approached him, her eyes shining wetly, and hugged him.
"I did not know you very long," she said. "But ffrom what I have seen and been told by my brother, you were a great minotaur. Your tribe is lucky to have you back, even if it is as an outcast."
I approached him and we shook hands. I looked deeply into his ebon orbs.
"You are a brave and stout warrior, Aramathil."
I forced a small smile, "You will not be forgotten, Taurox. You will always be welcome to rejoin us."
"I thank you, good elf."
And that was that. We boarded the airship adn waved to Taurox standing alone on the shores as it took off. Beside me, I heard Grim sniff back tears, eventhough he was trying to hide it. When I looked back, the clouds had hidden Taurox from view.