Jett Stjerne stood by as Metall Kant read the letter, his features indifferent.
The letter read as such:

Metall Kant,
We have failed. Lys will not awaken.
We return upon the morrow.
Gammel Hjerte.

Metall Kant threw the parchment down on his desk, and turned to face the Pegasus.
"When was this letter sent?"
"Yesterday. The crypts were more than confusing."
Metall Kant nodded, remembering the ancient burial ground all too well.
"Well, go rest. You deserve it."
The red Pegasus nodded and started for the door, head held high.
"Oh, and Jett?"
The Elder stopped halfway through the door, looking back over his shoulder.
"Yes?"
Metall Kant smiled. "Welcome home."
Jett Stjerne smiled back.
"After 100 years on this fool's errand, it's good to be home."
Metall Kant blinked, surprised by the sudden change of heart in the Pegasus: he was the Elder who had fought the hardest for the expedition to go on.
How much of a failure must this expedition have been?
He was about to find out, as the bell for the arrival of Elders tolled, signaling the arrival of what Metall Kant believed to be a group 20 Elders strong.
However, the truth can be a very harrowing thing.