Lord Ulmo...there is another. What comfort can I give him?
I take it you mean the Companion? His time will come.
But there will be many years between? They will be hard, with no word of his friend?
Perhaps there is a way.
The Sea-Lord vanished, and she waited, wondering if she should go down with him. Before she could decide, he surfaced once more, holding something tiny.
A small token from Lord Irmo, child. He told me you would know what to do with it.
Thank you, my lord. And she smiled as she took it...something like a teardrop.