A warm breeze entered the room. Curtains fluttered like moonlight bent in water. There was never an awkward moment as the three conversed. Words flowed freely and a comfortable ambience surrounded them. Moulin cooperated well as he answered each of Na'El's questions.
Not long after, it was time for the two elves to leave.
"Rest well, Moulin. You deserved it. The core has finally been restored. Now, it is time you recuperate your mind and soul." The Elven Oracle said as he patted the maeruthan's shoulder. "We are eternally grateful to you."
"I did what I could and so did others who lost their lives in battle." Moulin smiled faintly. "Thank you, Oracle."
