Dyvera awoke in the middle of the night, a presence making itself known to her. Blazing orbs narrowed as she unwrapped herself from the layers of blankets that she had come to wrap around her form. She dressed herself quickly, her brow furrowed in deep thought. She opened the door to see a masked Draenei adorned in the vestiments of a shaman. This woman carried with her a long object that was the size of a two handed sword.
"Syvra." Dyvera stepped out of her room, closing the door behind her. She crossed her arms across her chest and gave the shorter shaman a look of displeasure. "Why do you wake me at such an hour? I do enjoy my rest." Full lips parted, the only part of the shamans face that was revealed, and closed as Syvra hesitated, her grip on the object tightened.
"Your..." She started, hesitating once more. "Your son has perished." Dyvera's eyes narrowed dangerously, "I do not enjoy these jests, Syvra. I spoke to my son two weeks ago." Her accent growing more pronounced as her temper rose. Silence filled the small corridor of the Exodar for several long moments before Dyvera turned and slammed a fist into the wall, her calloused skin cracking open at her knuckles.
"WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN!" She yelled, swearing loudly and she continued to punch the wall, "WHAT HAVE I DONE!" Dyvera slammed her fists into the wall before slumping to the ground, her body becoming limp as tears streamed down her face. Her chest heaved as she sobbed, only accepting the comfort of the wall that she had abused beforehand.
Syvra stood there, pursing her lips together as she too fought back tears, too many times had Dyvera been subjected to this loss and it only pained her to see it happen yet again. Dyvera, the Draenei that many had come to know as Asrivera, had suffered time and time again. She always lost what she cared for.
"Why... why..." She continued to sob, her body quivering with her sorrow. Tears stained her scarred face as she continued to mourn, her eyes closing.
"He.. left you something, my friend." Syvra's voice was silent as she unwrapped the brown cloth which covered the object. A large sword was revealed, it's blade covered by an ornate scabbard. The scabbard itself was colored a deep violet and decorated with gems of only the richest purple. The hilt of the blade was a spiral of gold and silver metals dancing together, the same gems adorned it but these gems hummed softly with an enchantment. Dyvera kept her eyes closed even as the gift was revealed.
"Please... leave." She spoke softly. The Shaman nodded and set the sword and two letters down on the ground before her.
"I am sorry, Dyvera. I tried my best to save him." And as quickly as she came, the Shaman was gone.