Master UrSu, the wisest of the Mystics, was wandering when he was sure that he heard
something fairly nearby. The faint sound of the sobs of a child, along with a slight odour of
smoke. UrSu continued to hobble in the direction of the sound, stopping when he noticed
what appeared to be a devastated village, and at his feet, a young Gelfling curled in a ball.
The kindly old master lifted the little one into his arms and said "there there my child, you can
have a home with the UrRu. I'll even introduce you to the others." UrSu said all of this
between tender tears, for he couldn't bear the thought of what could have happened before
he had come. Before UrSu knew it, he had arrived in the valley and was greeted by UrZah
the Ritual Guardian. UrZah looked to see what his master was holding in his arms and said
"Master, what is this? We shouldn't interfere with the Gelflings. They have their own lives to
live." "There are no more Gelflings", answered UrSu, "he is the last. Could you possibly imagine
how that feels?" The Ritual Guardian backed down and let the old master through. Soon
enough, the master was laying down the Gelfling in his den and checked on him. The child had
calmed down to the point where he was no asleep.