[ That one step forward is all it takes for Gabranth to cut short his own approach. If this is perhaps some illusion, some trickery or hallucination conjured by his dying mind... But no, surely all that he's seen so far can be no mere dream; he's close enough now to be certain, absolutely certain that what he sees now is his own brother in the flesh.

But why?

His upper lip twitches into a snarl as he searches for the words to respond. ]

If these are the halls of the dead, then what have you done to find yourself here? What has become of my name and station, that you should now appear before me like this?

[ He takes one step closer, voice dropping to a low growl. ]

What have you done?