Just as Drayce guessed, Yorian went to meet Evanthe.
Martha led the High Elf to a chamber where the Queen of Witches was waiting for him.
When Yorian entered that stone chamber, his gaze was welcomed by the familiar back view of a woman with long honey blond hair. Though they had not come across each other for more than a century, it was impossible for him to not recognize the most powerful witch to walk the lands.
In fact, the moment their group had entered the underground river behind the waterfall, he had sensed the aura of her power on some of the spells casted along the way.
Since then, he had decided to be patient and not seek her out, knowing the White Witch would call for him when the time was right.
Caramel eyes met his blue ones, holding nostalgia in them. It had been a long time since Evanthe had met an old friend.
Yorian courteously bowed like a gentleman.
