Dal Shabet

After wandering around this street for a while, Amos sat down on a bench to catch his breath. After all, brisk walks aren't exactly his forte. After sitting for a bit and pondering the nature of life and death, he remembered Kelenor. Despite all his wickedness, the Khonatai had served them well. But if Selig had been skilled in "embalming," who knows, maybe he would still be with them? Amos smiled at the thought, and then remembered that Kelenor had become unusable after the ice trap, and Mark Schiller had broken him. And Mark Schiller himself eventually lost his integrity and had to be disposed of when maggots were already crawling freely over his body. He took Kelenor's medallion out of his pocket and thoughtfully turned it over in his hands. "To Kelenor on his fortieth birthday" read the inscription on the medallion. And a photograph, presumably of his family. Three years have passed; his daughter must be around twenty now. He remembered Horus's story, who had read his thoughts. Kelenor worked with Tyler Ironfall, failed some mission, and as a punishment, was sent on an expedition with the aim of sabotaging it. He also killed Mearef Silverknight during his assignment, but never broke. All these threads remained untangled... He admired the play of light on the facets of the emerald. For some reason, Amos never sold it, although he had intended to do so upon his return. He remembered that he didn't see much need for it, as he already had a decent amount of money. Then he wanted to melt the gold and set this emerald somewhere else, but he never got around to it. In the end, he left the medallion as it was and continued to carry it with him just like that. - Listen, he said to his servants. - Have any of you ever encountered Tyler Ironfall or his entourage?