It was cold in the hollow cave, Vikus entered as a row of crawlers appeared. "Bring you here, what does bring you here?" said the leader
"Does it still bother you, after so many years?"
The crawlers jumped up, ready to fight. But Vikus merely stood there, smiling, his snowy beard making him seem much older than he was. A smaller crawler whispered "Forgive, we do not, a mistake, did Hamnet make."
A tear started forming on the rim of Vikus's eyes. "Hamnet is gone. What has been done is done. The gnawers are reaching The Fount. We need your help." The crawlers returned to a neutral position.
Just then, Vikus heard a clear laugh, coming from behind the Crawlers. The laugh grew louder, and a little antenna stuck out. A baby crawler ran out, "Who is this one?" asked Vikus. The leader's face softened, "Temp, he is, Temp." The baby ran up to Vikus, and exclaimed: "Be Vikus, you be!" Vikus laughed, and sent him back to his father. "Take care of him Jakool, I see great potential."