Falling Action

'Throm? Are you alright?' Sanria asked as she looked at him curiously. It was no small wonder she might be able to see that he wasnt exactly himself at the moment...not that he had been for quite some time though. He nodded as strongly as he could muster. 'I am alright indeed. Feels good to be... myself again.' he lied as Karen distributed steaming mugs to them both. It seemed as though Sanria saw right through the facade as she sat down beside in front of the fireplace her look turning skeptical. 'Well, you dont look quite your old self just yet.' And even as he sat there, the life force in him ebbing away, he found himself completely at peace. His mind unfettered by cold calculations and dual motives, Throm was merely able to enjoy being in the presence her familiar company once again, one final time before they were to part ways for the last time. His mug grew impossibly heavy so that he had little choice but to cradle it in his lap as their conversation grew late into the evening. Karen kept the mugs ever full as if she herself was aware of Throms need for this conversation, aware of his need for peace at long last. But as all good things must come to an end, the evening finally came to an end and Sanria eventually went on her way. Throm was left where he sat, content and left with the inescapable revelation that old wounds of past would be healed forever. Karen stood in the entry way smiling over at him. He returned the older womans in kind. 'Karen, I would like it if you could ensure I remain here undisturbed for the rest of the evening.' Karen nodded calling out over her shoulder as she walked towards the door. 'Call if you find yourself in need of anything. I wont be but a stones throw.' Throm closed his eyes and sank further down into his heavy robes. From his hands the tea mug fell softly to the floor but Throm afforded it no concern as he felt his breath leave his body. His time had come. No more would he draw air into his lungs. No more would he enjoy tea with Sanria. Yet what he had been able to experience he was grateful for. These thoughts were to be the last of Throm uth Bannon.