. . .
"M' lady, are you ready?"
"Just…Just give me a second." Rhea's voice was almost inaudible; Vince and Nico grew accustomed of hearing Rhea's whispers. They didn't object really; for there were more serious problems at hand.
The maiden stepped outside of her house under the cloak of the starless night. She knew that she ought to depart from Thorolund this instance but there is something important to attend first.
The white maiden reached her family's gravestone at the backyard. She kneeled and started to pray:
O mother of mine, please grant me your compassion…
O father of mine, please grant me strength…
O gods of old, embrace me with thy warmth…
Bath me in thy virtue…
Aid me in the pilgrimage…
Vervor nox…
She stood up gazing at her mother's and father's grave for the last time before joining up with Vince and Nico.