"Where is he?" Nina's voice, through the quiet, carries a steely edge. The guild master shifts uncomfortable, his gaze flitting between Nina and Kael. The silence stretches, taut and heavy with unspoken anxieties.
Finally, the guild master sighs, the sound heavy with weariness. "He went towards the Shadowfen," he reveals, his voice a low murmur. "Said something about... needing to... commune with... his kind." Kael lets out a low whistle, a sound that holds more than a hint of unease. "The Shadowfen," he repeats, the words tasting like ash in the air. "That's... unwise. Very unwise." He glances at Nina, his expression grave. "That place is treacherous, even for experienced adventurers. It's a place where shadows cling and whispers bite. Creatures of darkness dwell there, things that feast on fear and despair." The guild master adds, his voice tight with concern, "Ronan's power is immense, but the Shadowfen... it corrupts even the strongest wills. There are things there that even he might not be able to control." He looks at Nina, his expression a mixture of worry and a strange, almost desperate hope. "I fear... I fear this could have unforeseen consequences, potentially unraveling everything we've accomplished." A chilling silence settles over the small room.
The implications of Ronan's journey to the Shadowfen hang in the air, a dark cloud threatening to engulf everything. The mention of things that feed on fear and despair sounds familiar. That combined with the warning about Ronan's power possibly being corrupted, leaves Nina with a feeling of alarmed determination. She'd grown accustomed to the presence of the large lycanthrope; the possibility of her companion being corrupted unsettled her greatly. The weight of these new revelations weighs heavily on Nina's shoulders.