The little Ranger's sorrowful cry stirred everyone's sympathy.
The Black Dragon shot her man a glare and scolded coquettishly, "Hurry up and think of something!"
Deren was in no hurry. Instead, he asked Vereesa, "First, we need to confirm that Arator really exists. You remember him, right? Do you have any more concrete proof?"
Vereesa froze and said in disbelief, "Of course I remember him. Of course I'm sure he really exists."
Deren had no way to explain this fucked-up world. Sometimes, memories and feelings were not necessarily real or trustworthy. There was also a High Priestess over there who had inexplicably developed hatred toward the little Ranger's Second Sister. Vereesa's memories could very well be fake.
He could only ask, "All right, you're certain he exists, but now he may have died in the Scourge of Lordaeron?"
"Yes!" Vereesa said sadly. "I'd rather all of this were just a dream."
"Maybe you should go there and look for him. Have you forgotten that you have a Bronze Dragon friend?" Deren said with a smile.
"Oh!" All the women slapped their foreheads. Vereesa simply plopped down on the floor. Excitedly, she said, "That's right, that's right. How could I forget Chromie? We can just ask him! I'm so stupid, so stupid."
After smacking her own head twice, Vereesa finally smiled through her tears. She stood before Deren and gave him a deep bow. "Thank you, Deren."
The man could only wave politely. "No need to thank me. If we can bring Arator back, it'll count as restoring the Timeline. When your eldest sister returns, it may also ease her longing. She and Turalyon have had it hard, fighting in that Twisting Nether for a thousand years already. Even—"
Deren stopped halfway through again and said no more. Everyone stared at