P A R T T W O

Rebirth

Chapter Six

A week had passed and now they had moved the camp from the frigid mountains of the Shiverpeaks to the warmth of a sandy beach and surroundings so green that it almost hurt to gaze on. Siuil had to swallow each time he looked outside of his tent. All one could see was deep, dark greens, some flashes of bright colors as birds of every description and others he'd never seen flew by. The sky was a shade of royal blue and the sands were so white they reminded him of the white raiment Mhenlo often wore.

Still, it was much better than the harsh cold of the Shiverpeaks and by far better than the dead land of Ascalon. Siuil looked out and saw a flash of a guild cape that the familiarity of which drew him out of his tend and into the bright sunlight. He was about to walk over to the person when he saw Eve and Orion walk over to her. Eve bowed slightly while Orion bowed his head. A heavy pain settled as he remembered, too harshly, Rurik's death and remembered that the one who now wore his guild cape in his memory was his late wife, Lady Rosa.

It was the first time he had ever seen her, and now he knew what they meant. With a chuckle, he realized that out of necessity she still wore Rurik's tunics and that given the size difference they wore like short dresses or a very long tunic on her. Rosa was indeed a tiny woman and the tunics that had fit Rurik were much too large on her small frame. But she insisted on wearing her sash belts to cinch it in. The neck was wide and stayed just on her shoulders although she had laced it tightly to keep it from slipping off her shoulders and around her waist. The short cape on Rurik wore like a longer cape or a short cloak on her.

The credit to her fashionable eye was that she made it work. She had to. A trunk containing clothes for most of the women had fallen over a cliff in the trip through Shiverpeak. However, most women still had other trunks to fall back on. Rosa had not. Rurik would have arranged for replacement clothing, but now he was dead. And the ever practical minded Rosa, instead of throwing his clothes away or distributing clothes and without any for herself had taken Rurik's clothing and did what she could to salvage it for her own use and some of the other less fortunate women. The men hadn't lost their clothing, after all. With a smile, Siuil knew that Rurik might have been less than pleased with this arrangement, but since he wasn't around to tell her not to, Rosa simply did what she felt was best.

Eve walked away and Rosa went back into her own tent. Obviously something wasn't going as planned and he could tell just by the way the small woman had thrown the tent flap to the side that she didn't like it and was rather angered by it.

Which meant it was only a matter of time before Captain Greywind would be approaching him to help fix it. With a sigh, Siuil took that as his clue to go back inside his own tent and begin donning his armor.

He was right, not two minutes later Greywind's voice called from outside, "Siuil? Are you there?"

"Yes, I am," answered Siuil, rolling his eyes.

Sometimes his own predictions surprised even him. But New Ascalon needed him and so he went out to greet his friend. "What is it?" asked Siuil.

"The White Mantle is refusing entrance into Lion's Arch," answered Captain Greywind grimly. "In fact, we have a large problem on our hands."

"Why don't I like this?" asked Siuil.

"Well, none of us do," Greywind sighed. "I've been told by a White Mantle Seeker that for the past few years they've been having trouble with the Undead coming out of the swamps. At first, it was just a few. Then small patrols. Then those patrols got larger. A few months ago, they started to come out in swarms."

"Does Kristal know this?" Siuil's concern was that the former Krytan woman, and his sister in law, would be a little more than heart broken to learn that her homeland had problems similar to the Charr.

"Yes, she does," answered Greywind. "She's by the path leading to Lion's Arch waiting for you with Devona."

Siuil laughed, realizing that this had been probably planned for a few hours now. "Well, I guess now we have to beat down a few undead to get our new home, eh?"

He followed Captain Greywind to Devona and the others. Akara stood there again. For a moment this gave Siuil pause. Akara Nikhiora had been presumed dead in the Shiverpeak and not seen since before the Frost Gate. No one could have gotten past the Stone Summit either before… or after. And Siuil knew she had not been part of the caravan. He stopped as he reached them and said to her, "I find it interesting that you're here again."

An unconcerned shrug met his question but the next voice heard behind him made his teeth clench. "I see that the blood oath was completely unnecessary."

Siuil's eyes thinned and he turned around to face Lynn Matheri who approached with Armin Saberlin. "I never thought I'd see you again," said Siuil coldly. "And if I did I know I swore to kill you for what you failed to do."

"And yet I don't see Farrah Cappo trying to kill Little Thom," responded Lynn smoothly. "Focus on what we will have to do and do not let me interfere with that. Akara and I have other business in Kryta than your issue with the White Mantle."

Akara walked over to him, however, her own eyes were thinning at Lynn's words. No doubt he had kept his own counsel on where ever they were going and not even told her a word. The Mesmer in Black then turned his back on Siuil. Inside, he seethed. The utter lack of concern was rather trying, but as it was, Siuil wasn't the one who got to test Lynn's defenses as an arrow flew towards his undefended back.

The man whirled around and pointed the crystal of his staff and the arrow simply stopped in mid air, and then fell uselessly to the ground, burnt to black char. Siuil looked over at an astonished Terryann who lowered her bow, her eyes wide. She wasn't the only one surprised. It wasn't as if the staff itself stopped the arrow. No, Siuil had heard the short incantation and knew enough about magic to know that it had been Lynn himself. But no magic he had ever seen or heard of was capable of that. Lynn coldly looked up at Terryann, "Shooting a man in the back is a very, very dishonorable thing to do, young lady. How much better are you to me to actually not only conceive of the act, but also allow it birth in the form of firing your arrow. You are very lucky that I do not react with lethal force like I might have in a younger day. Do it again… and I will."

With that Lynn turned and walked away, Akara following closely behind.

When they were out of earshot Aidan turned to Terryann, "That was a perfect shot."

"I know," was Terryann's near silent answer. "But… how?"

Cynn shook her head, "I've heard of spell casters like that. They're rare and usually Elementalists first before any other profession. In fact, there was this Pyromancer in Ascalon who could do that. She'd time a Flare to hit the arrow mid-flight. But there was never anything left of the arrow to look at after."

"Well," Siuil thought after a moment. "I'd still come good on that Blood Oath, but for now I must agree with Arya that he's a better ally than an enemy. One as powerful as that will be extremely useful."

Contrary to what others would do in the light of Lynn's little show, Siuil was not impressed. As Cynn said it had been a mere parlor trick. His reflexes were a bit quicker than Siuil had given the frail man, but those could be overcome. But Siuil was a pragmatic man not given to sudden rash actions and could see that Lynn Matheri was a potentially powerful ally, if one to keep at arm's length. He nodded to the others, "Come on, let's find this Hablion and see why we can't enter Lion's Arch."

Akara was also extremely curious as to the nature of Lynn's sudden interest in Kryta. "So… where are we going?" she asked after they had traveled north for a while.

"There must be another, less accessed entrance to Lion's Arch," answered Lynn. "All we must do is find it. Tell me, why the sudden name change?"

Akara thought about it for a moment, "I don't know. Why did you change your name? Like, I only changed my surname. You changed your entire name. I had a hard time connecting this name to your real one… and then finding you."

Lynn snorted as they came to another beach with a dock in the distance. Sitting down on the sand and closing his eyes for a moment, he said, "There are no 'enemies' in the area. Sit, Akara, we can camp here for now."

She looked up at the sun that was high in the sky. "But it's still daylight…"

Seeing him use driftwood and then a low-level fire spell to light a fire on the beach, she then saw him take water from the freshwater spring. A pouch was pulled from a hidden inner pocket and he shook out some herbs into the cup while he waited for the water to boil. "Oh, your tea," she said, then, because no one could accuse her of not remembering a topic once on it, she continued. "So… the name?"

"Lynn is a shortened form of my name, Akara," he answered after a moment of poking a stick into the fire. "Matheri as well. In fact, it is the Elven form of my name. So, I have not really changed my name at all."

"Yeah, it just sounds completely Elven now," she laughed. "Which is funny, considering that you're human."

"Indeed," he sighed. "So, your turn. Why did you change your name?"

"Oh, well, uh, you see," she started and then stopped. "You haven't changed a bit, you know that, Majere?"

He rolled his eyes, "And neither have you."

"But… you look different. Like, I mean, you still have the white hair and all, but you aren't the Golden Boy any more… and your eyes are normal," she pointed out. "And you don't have the same staff anymore."

"You changed the subject," he chided.

Akara poked at the fire for a while, then watched as he used the boiling water to steep his tea. He still had a while to wait while it steeped and also cooled enough to drink without scalding his mouth. "That shit still stinks," she waved her hand by her face as if to emphasize her point.

A laugh answered her comment, "You think it would be any different?"

A comfortable silence descended as they watched the waves lap on the white beach. Lynn, whose real name was in fact Raistlin, sipped his tea as he half lay, half sat facing the water. Akara sat off to the side, also watching the waves. He finished his tea and laid back, hands behind his head as he watched the clouds. Akara noticed this. It was unusual for him to be so relaxed and unconcerned about things. "You didn't actually have some 'important journey', did you, Majere?" she realized.

"No," his voice was rough from almost being asleep. "I just had to get away from everyone in that camp… and from the infernal heroic antics of the La Rune family."

She chuckled at this, "Can't stand them, can you?"

"Siuil reminds me a bit of my brother. Terryann a bit of my sister. I have not seen Xiyra lately…"

"Consider it done," said Xiyra as she walked up to them.

Raistlin opened his eyes and regarded Xiyra, covering his face with one hand. "Can I not have one moment of peace in this place?" he muttered in frustration, and then said clearly. "What is it you want, Dame La Rune?"

"Lady Rosa sent me to find you and everyone told me that they saw you and Akara heading out this way," answered Xiyra coldly. "Imagine my surprise when I learned that you were still walking upon Tyria's face."

"Not for lack of trying," was his wry response. "Very well, I'll go."

Raistlin turned to Akara; "You may come with me if you wish."

"Lady Rosa did not send for her," said Xiyra as she walked with them.

"Oh? That's too bad," Akara watched as Xiyra's face went a bit beet red.

"Fine, come," Xiyra sighed. "I don't mind. In fact, from what I heard, you're capable and willing. A hero in your own way… even if you don't like the term."

They entered the camp and Xiyra motioned them to the tent, following them. She was about to head back out to lead the last of the refugees from Beacon's to Kryta when Lady Rosa herself exited the camp. "Where have you been?" asked Rosa to Lynn.

Lynn bowed to Rosa, as did Akara. Xiyra still watched in wordless shock. She could not believe her eyes. Lady Rosa was every bit as small as reported. She had the very same dark red hair as reported. It was long, and tied back in a loose bun, her silver circlet on her head. But it was her eyes; which were green eyes like her Uncle Siuil's.

Lady Rosa was no other than her eldest cousin, presumed dead in the Searing—Selena La Rune.

Now, though, Selena was known as Lady Rosa of New Ascalon and Rurik's widow. Xiyra stood transfixed in shock, not sure if what she was seeing was actually truth or some sort of hallucination brought on by wishful thinking. There was no arguing that Lady Rosa was definitely the splitting image of Selena….

Xiyra thought about what was known about Lady Rosa. One fact, Kasha Blackblood had found Rosa in what was left of the catacombs in Ashford and, since she had no ritual scarring like most Necromancers and had been a flush and reasonably healthy young woman, though that Rosa had been a civilian. Selena had presumably died in the Catacombs trying to protect the people of Ashford. She had always preferred being natural to the usual Necromancer fancy of ritual scarring and looking as dead as the undead they used in their magic.

Fact two was that Selena had always been a quiet, introspective sort. Rosa, until her marriage, had never been known to speak at all. Another thing was that, depending on her injuries, Selena may not remember who she actually was. And so, named Rosa by Kasha, she lived her new life among Rurik's family in Old Ascalon.

Lynn Matheri and Akara Nikhiora then left the camp.

Xiyra walked up to Captain Greywind, mouth dry, "Was that woman Lady Rosa?"

"Yes, she was," said Greywind. "You haven't met her yet?"

"No…" said Xiyra.

"What's wrong, you look as if you've seen a ghost?" he chuckled. "She isn't busy right now, would you like to meet her? I'm sure she'd be interested in your progress."

Xiyra looked at the closed tent flap as if she could see through it, remembering life before the Searing, life when Selena had been just Selena. She smiled, even as tears began to form. "I'd like to, yes," said Xiyra. "Very much."

Captain Greywind called inside, "Lady Rosa, Dame Xiyra La Rune would like an audience."

"Send her in," came a voice Xiyra had known for as long as she could remember.

Entering the tent, and then kneeling in front of the woman that was her cousin, Xiyra looked up and felt as if she were being flooded with memories. Sometimes they had played games like that. They would take turns being Queens and Warriors, until Terryann had decided she liked having a bow in her hands more than a sword and Selena had decided to pretend that she could raise the dead into minions. Then their games took a more dangerous edge…

They had always known, even then, that they would never be weavers or housewives. So they had made a pact that if one needed something that the others would always be there. They would attempt to take professions that would not be redundant. That was when they were old enough to enroll in school. Selena had started out as a monk, but Munne saw a greater potential in the catacombs. Terryann, a few years later began to follow her Uncle into the forests around Wizard's Folly… and Xiyra herself had learned swordplay from Siuil.

"What is it?" asked Rosa. "You have been staring at me for a few minutes."

"… My Lady, I have escorted all but one last group from Kryta to here," said Xiyra after a moment. "I was about to leave, but thought you would appreciate a report on my progress."

"I do," answered Rosa as she sighed. "How many casualties?"

"Very few, Lady, I am also a Monk," she answered, But you knew that… or you would if you were still our Selena…

For a moment it was Rosa's turn to regard her. "I know you from somewhere… have we met?"

"I am from Ashford, from where I understand her Ladyship is from…" choked out Xiyra, barely able to speak. "I must confess something…"

"Indeed?" came Rosa's reply.

"I do know you," said Xiyra, looking up while she stood to tower over her cousin, as she always had. "We grew up together. Your name isn't Rosa…" Xiyra's voice fell to a whisper. "It's Selena… Selena La Rune…" her voice grew stronger again, even though it was full of emotion. "Daughter of Siuil and you are my cousin, my elder by a mere year and a half. We lived in a house beside each other in Ashford."

Rose reached up to pull Xiyra's face down closer to her, "You are Krytan, are you not? But you wear the insignia of the Vanguard…"

"Yes, my mother is Kristal La Rune, my father is Terrence," answered Xiyra.

"But yet, I see a resemblance. You and I share the same eyes, the same hair," said Rosa in awe. "How could this have been missed, Dame La Rune…" then shyly, "Xiyra."

"I don't know," said Xiyra joyfully as she hugged her cousin. "But that is past, we have you back… and we always did. That makes me happy."

Selena pushed her back suddenly, "My father is Siuil La Rune. Oh Gods, what have I done? I have sent my sister and my father, my Aunt, my Uncle… friends… into grave danger."

"Your father should be fine," Xiyra felt a thread of fear strike. "But, if it makes you feel better I can go and find him."

"No," said Selena as she turned to look in the mirror, playing with the cloak she wore that had Rurik's guild insignia on the back of the red cape, embroidered in gold. "As much as I want to keep you here, I know that I now have a big responsibility beyond just our family. I need you to finish escorting the last of the refugees here. I will have to trust, as I have before, in the abilities of Siuil to get the job done and return."

She turned back to Xiyra, "But then… then we can have our reunion when we are successful and have our settlement here in Kryta. Now go and return to me. I want to remember my true past and meet my family again."

Siuil followed the Justicar Hablion into the swamp, swinging his hammer. He had learned early on that his sword was a bit useless on the undead which had no blood. But, they had plenty of bones that could be crushed. The group had split up with Devona, Cynn, Mhenlo, Aidan, Orion Elek and Lina heading off to find a lost Orrian Text for a translator and leaving Siuil, Terrence, Terryann, Akruan Soulblesser, Arya Bladedancer and Alesia Baptiste to find the Justicar Hablion.

From that point, Siuil's group followed Hablion and his White Mantle regiment into the swamps and was instantly set upon by the undead. Siuil swung his hammer into a ghoul, barely avoiding being hamstrung. This knocked the misshapen creature away to be dispatched by a White Mantle Seeker

Arya jogged up another hill to save Alesia who had been trying to keep another Seeker alive, but not exactly succeeding in keep herself alive. When another wave came out of a cul de sac, Siuil, seeing all of the White Mantle but for Hablion fall to be raised again as enemy minions, wasn't sure if they were going to survive either when a war cry from Devona turned the tide in their favor.

The fight lasted a few moments more, and then they pushed the undead back and into the cul de sac. Finally, this brought them against a tall undead that knocked Hablion to the ground. This was no small feat considering the size of Hablion who towered over Siuil. Siuil rushed in to cover the fallen man as he scrabbled to his feet again. Arya slashed at the legs of the undead boss while Cynn and Orion rained fire down on his head.

Terrence called out, "I'm out of arrows…"

Half of the suppressing fire ended, then a few moments later, Terryann and Aidan cried out, "I'm also out of arrows!"

With that the suppressing fire ended and the Undead were able to temporarily get a foothold again. This pushed back and forth until both Terryann and Terrence, also being warriors, rushed into battle. Terryann wielded a short sword, also harrying the back of his knees, while Terrence, preferring an axe, kept trying to take off limbs that would stray too close. Aidan, not exactly known for close range fighting, grabbed a fallen Seeker's quiver and began to use what arrows he could salvage from the field, and again, they pushed back their foe.

Siuil landed a few good hits to the undead's chest, then Akruan finished his spell at the same time Lina finished hers.

A bright flash of light blinded them all for a second, and then Siuil said as he blinked it away, "Where'd he go?"

"Holy Retribution," said Akruan. "Gets them every time…"

No undead were left and Hablion surveyed the damage, his deep voice bouncing off the valley's walls. "Your aid today is appreciated," he walked to a dead White Mantle, knelt down. "Be at peace brother. May your soul find rest in the Mists."

He stood, "Since you were true to your word, I will also be true to my word. Your request for entry into Lion's Arch is granted. Come, you need rest and soon your people will need a place to stay."

They followed Hablion out of the swamp as he explained the full situation, "As you can see, the situation in Kryta is dire, perhaps as dire as that you left in Ascalon. While we have not had to face the destruction of our homeland, we have had to face swarms of undead from the swamps."

Siuil sighed as they left the dank swamp and stepped onto the white sand as they walked on the beach to Lion's Arch. "Where do they come from?"

"We are not sure," admitted Hablion. "But rumors fly that they are the 'survivors' of the Fall of Orr. We are not sure, but whatever the case, the problem with the Undead still exists and may destroy us someday unless we do something."

As Lion's Arch came into view, Hablion inclined his head and said, "But, although I not privy to the exact details, I have heard that my fellows in the White Mantle are doing something to combat the undead swarms. I just do not know what."

The gate of Lion's Arch opened here as the wooden drawbridge came down and they entered Lion's Arch. "Welcome to Lion's Arch, heroes of Ascalon."

Hablion took his leave and Siuil sighed as he looked around. Cynn leaned up on her tip toes then settled back down on her feet, "Come on, Mhenlo, I want to go shopping in the market. Come with me."

She then dragged him off before he really had a chance to object. Devona chuckled. "How's that for insistent?" asked Arya. "Speaking of insistent, Siuil, we can now check on the status of our Guild Hall. I see the Ferry from here. Now that your duty to your nation is done, I need you to fulfill your duty to your Guild and aid me in retaking our Guild Island.

Siuil frowned, "But my duty is not done!"

Devona sighed, "She's right, Siuil. Lady Rosa told us this is the last mission until she called for us again. We can find our own way to the Settlement, if Terrence would do us the honor?"

"I would be happy to," said Terrence. "Unless Arya requires my services as well?"

"No, if Terryann is willing to come I do not need your services as of yet, Terrence," answered Arya. "Very good then, Siuil, Terryann, we leave for the Guild Island tomorrow. It is a trip of many weeks so provision yourself well. I also expect resistance as given how long we have been away, another Guild may have taken our Hall from us."

Akruan sighed and said, "I'll make sure there is plenty of herbs for the trip, Arya. Siuil, Terryann, I will see you tomorrow on that ship."

Akruan then walked into the market where Cynn and Mhenlo had disappeared. Devona stretched and said, "Well, Siuil, come back to us. Terrence, I'll see you tomorrow. I'd like to see what the local armorers have for armor, so I am also taking my leave."

Siuil, on a spur of the moment, grabbed Devona's hand as she walked away, "I will come back, you know."

Devona felt her heart skip a beat as she saw Siuil's hand in hers. "I know," she whispered. "I will be waiting."

It took a few weeks but the Ascalon Settlement, known as New Ascalon, grew and then established itself in North Kryta. Greywind surveyed the new surroundings as Lady Rosa did as well. She looked at him, "Captain."

"Yes, my Lady?" he asked.

"I wish to step down," she said. "I have done my duty and brought us to Kryta, established New Ascalon and we have built our new homes. I wish to find out who I truly am and to do that, I have learned that I must travel to my…"

She stopped and Greywind looked down at her, puzzled, "My Lady, no, there is still much to be done and who else would lead us?"

"You would do well," she smiled. "And there is not much to be done that hasn't already been done."

A commotion to the south caused them to turn as a villager ran up to them, "My lady, Captain, Devona returns with the others of her team, plus Terrence La Rune."

Rosa felt a small part of her shrink in fear. A part of her needed to know the truth while another feared that Xiyra had simply been slightly delusional and seen a close resemblance… but that being all it was. Cynn ran up to Rosa and curtseyed. "My Lady Rosa," said Cynn. "I'm glad to see you well."

"And I you, Cynn," answered Rosa with a small nod of her head.

Then came the moment she'd feared and anticipated as Devona walked up to them, the Ranger, Terrence and his large Melandru's Stalker beside her. Mhenlo hung back, talking to Eve and Alesia. Terrence, not realizing that whom he saw was also Lady Rosa, ran up to her and hugged her so fiercely that he picked her up off the ground. "I can't believe it!" he exclaimed as he set her down again, cupping her chin in his hand. "But I don't understand. I never saw you in the caravan…"

Cynn backed off a bit as Devona also looked at her closely, "By the Gods, I can't believe it… you live! This is a good omen… Mhenlo!"

Mhenlo walked over, saw his old classmate from Ashford and his jaw dropped as well, and he breathed, "Dwayna be praised that you survived… Devona is correct, this is a good omen."

Raising her hand, Cynn said, "Can someone please tell me what in the Underworld is going on here?"

Devona turned to Cynn, "I thought you knew…"

"Knew what?" asked Greywind, curious.

Mhenlo pointed at Rosa, "Captain, I'd like to meet one of Ascalon's greatest heroes, also daughter, niece, sister and cousin of some of Ascalon's greatest heroes. This young lady is Selena La Rune, the lost daughter of Siuil. His eldest, thought dead in the catacombs of Ashford when she tried to save her neighbors by sheltering them in the catacombs when the Searing struck."

Greywind and Cynn turned to Rosa, and then turned to Terrence. Greywind asked Terrence, "Is this true? Is she your niece?"

"Oh, aye, she is…" breathed Terrence, unable to stop smiling. "Kristal is going to be so happy to see that we have found another of our family, still alive, still kicking despite all odds."

Captain Greywind grew quite serious, "Then I have news…"

"No, I will tell them," interrupted Selena. "I can not remember any of you. I cannot remember past the Searing and waking up in the care of Kasha Blackblood. Until Xiyra saw me just before we were all admitted into Lion's Arch, I did not even know my true name. You have known me as Lady Rosa of New Ascalon, the widow of your fallen Prince. My husband."

Terrence stopped smiling, as did Devona. Cynn said, "That's going to have repercussions…"

"Why?" asked Aidan.

"Because, everyone will accuse the La Runes of being power mad and seeing the only way to secure power as through the prince," explained Cynn. "Look at the honors bestowed upon them, and now Siuil's eldest daughter turns up, conveniently lacking her memory, as the late Prince Rurik's wife. Surely you can see where this will lead."

"That is why I am stepping down," said Selena. "I can see where this will lead, and I cannot bear it."

Terrence listened to Selena, whom he also knew as Lady Rosa. "But, surely most will realize the truth of the matter."

"Oh, some will, those who have seen the heroism of the La Runes," said Cynn. "But some, who would have something to gain by her fall, would prefer them not to."

Devona nodded her agreement, "We will have to play this carefully."

Selena insisted, "I will not hide who I am now that I know the truth. Hiding it would make it seem like I have something to hide."

"She is correct," conceded Greywind. "And if we play that right, we can win those who would be fence sitters onto our side and they would support her."

"I am still stepping down," said Selena. "I have done as Rurik and I promised. We are here, we have a settlement. It is time. I appoint you, Greywind, as my successor…"

"You don't have that choice," chided Cynn. "If you step down, that's up to New Ascalon. But why step down?"

She looked out to the northern sea, "Because I could not bear the shame of not only having Rurik's name smeared, but also my family. Not now. Things have changed too much…" she sighed as she turned to them all, her hand slipping to her stomach. "Because I am pregnant with Rurik's heir."

A heavy silence descended on the group as they looked at each other, even Greywind seemed shocked. Cynn laughed nervously, "Now that changes things…"