I sat myself on a rock and watched the old wildkin go about his business. "Is there anything I can do to help, Aroom?"

"No, Aroom fine, just rest. Aroom happy for company," he said, bustling about as he stirred up the fire.

I had seen a lot of destruction, both in Gilneas and now here in Darkshore, but the first thing to truly get to me was this old bird-bear. 'Last of his tribe' was what he said the first time I met him. Then he had afforded me the honor of helping him send off the spirits of his tribe so that they could finally rest. We Gilneans are a stoic lot and we've seen our share of hardships, but the fur around my own eyes was damp as I watched Aroom set the feathers of his brothers on the pyre and watched their spirits say goodbye. I still come back to visit him. "Do you think the land will ever heal?"

"Take time," Aroom said, plopping down next to the fire and sticking a couple of squirrels over it. "All things take time. Warmarne druid. Warmarne know this. Malfurion know this."

I nodded. He's right about this, as usual. "It's just hard to remember sometimes, when you see everything so torn up."

"Aroom know," Aroom said, his face looking sad. "Elements angry. World suffer."

We both sat there in silence, watching the food cook and thinking our own thoughts. I had hoped to find some eggs from Aroom's tribe, something, anything to indicate that he wasn't the last. So far, my searches had been fruitless and I had been forced to turn my attention to other things. I promised myself, for the thousandth time, that I would find something. Occasionally, I tell myself these things, believing that if I say them enough, they'll come true.

The dinner, small as it was, passed quietly. We discussed the weather (windy and wet with a chance of earth elementals), the surrounding wildlife (doing well), and the intricacies of furbolg tribal dancing (not a subject for the faint of heart). Aroom actually smiled, which is something he doesn't do often and something that's quite hard for someone with a beak.

As I got up to leave, he said, "Warmarne good friend. Come back soon."

"I will, Aroom. You stay well and be safe."

On my way south again, I made a detour past the place I called the "Nightmare Cave". I rousted a bunch of cultists out of there when I first met Aroom and I still check it periodically. Occasionally I find another cultist or two trying to set up shop again. I never let them leave the cave, at least not alive.