After stopping in Solitude the next night, Ben, Coranil, Rowan, and Dolff headed back to Windhelm. The trip seemed to take forever, mostly because it was so quiet. Ben tried to engage the others in conversation, but aside from Coranil answering his many questions about the Thalmor and his past, they barely spoke. Relations between Rowan and Dolff were colder than the winds on the Throat of the World, and Ben had no idea what had happened. Well, he had some idea. He thought maybe they had fought because Dolff was jealous of Rowan’s dotage on Coranil, but they weren’t talking about it, so he could only speculate.
Ben rushed to the body of the Arch-Mage, but he knew there wasn’t anything he could do. Tolfdir stood next to him and rested a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m afraid he’s gone,” said the old wizard. “Are you all right? What happened in there?”
“Ancano has done something with the Eye.”