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Ungth's grave had been robbed.
It made Laurance sick to his stomach. The tombstone he and Aphmau had set up all those years ago was still there, but the diamonds and jewels that adorned it were long gone.
He sat down in front of it, placing his hands against the stone. It was cool and damp beneath his fingers. "Hey buddy. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
He stretched out onto the ground. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine the wyvern was napping next to him. It was a fantasy he often indulged in when he missed him. "Well, it's been a while for you. Not so much for me." He snorted. "I was just here an hour ago."
He went quiet, listening to the sound of the birdsong. His eyes traced the overgrown branches of the forest— Phoenix Drop had changed so much in the past fifteen years.
"I should have known better," He traced a finger through the dirt, ignoring the discomfort it building under his nail caused. "I got so caught up in our victory I…"
What could he say? He royally fucked up again? How many times had he told Aphmau to be suspicious of everyone? Yet not once had he thought it would be Garroth. Not even in his most paranoid thoughts had Garroth's betrayal been a possibility.
"I miss you,"
His head still hurt from Garroth knocking him out.
He unhooked one of the earrings out of his ears, laying it down onto the soft earth. Even if the riches had been stolen, someone had clearly been keeping it clean. He appreciated it. "Here buddy. Can't have your grave looking cheap,"