Dead or Dreaming?

Without raising any questions, every Shadow candidate quickly returned to their huts with a grim feeling rising inside them.

Even the Drakon girl immediately entered her hut, closing the door behind her, leaving only Matrim outside.

He didn't immediately head to his hut. Instead, he walked quickly to the old man and bowed deeply.

''Master, my friend has not returned yet.'' He even thought the old man might not remember him, so he described him. ''The last one who arrived here on Lord Arthas's shoulder. The one with golden eyes.''

He didn't believe the Drakon girl's words in the slightest, as he thought Master would know better where he was.

But again, he couldn't get the answer he wanted.

''Return to your room.''

Matrim raised his head, wanting to object and say that he wouldn't go before finding his friend.

But as he looked into the man's eyes, his heart trembled slightly.