Percival sighed. Leiland wasn't listening. He never did. No matter what he said, Leiland was still so caught up in Zaul'Nazh's web that he couldn't see the reality of things. It was unbelievably frustrating. It wasn't that he was jealous. Of course not. Why should he care that Leiland looked to Zaul'Nazh for approval. It wasn't as thought he missed having someone look at him like he mattered. Having someone look at him with anything other than fear or disdain. Let Leiland do as he liked. It didn't matter really. He just thought Leiland deserved better.
"They follow you," he insisted. "And you haven't failed. Not finding the crown when you haven't been given proper information is not a failure on your part. You have done all that has been asked of you and you have done remarkably." He sighed. Right. Maybe it was time to let down a few walls. If only so that Leiland might actually see some sense.
"Come with me," he said, waving a hand so that a portal of inky blackness appeared. He stepped through it, trusting Leiland to follow.
And then they were in the cold north. In the ruins of a place that had once been his home. A place Leiland had quite recently been.