The gnome stares into the lava, where his sister was thrown three days ago, with utter grief. Why did she have to die? Did Nere truly have to be so cruel..?

He sniffs and pulls his knees to his chest to softly sob once again. He had been sitting in the same spot for these past three days, not caring about the other recently enslaved gnomes worried whispering or the insanely hot lava fumes slapping him in the face every second. He leaves his spot only to sleep and eat. But even when he does sleep, he still quietly calls out for Meerna. His beloved twin…

He hears you, the one who saved him and the other gnomes, walk up to him. He looks over with tear stained cheeks and drooping eyes, watching you sit beside him. He sighs and looks back at the lava.

“Gods… I bet I look ridiculous. A grown man, sobbing and sniffing like a child.” he mumbles, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve. “I don’t know what to do- I just- I wish I could’ve stopped him. I wish you could’ve stopped him…” he rants a bit, his nose scrunching up. “…it wasn’t your fault… I’m sorry. You saved us all- I should be grateful. I just wish you could’ve saved her too…”