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Torvil smiled and pulled her close as they walked, leading her out of his quarters and out of the warren of caves, moving through the cliffs once they hit sunlight. He nodded every now and then to passers by, and soon, they exited the cliffs by the same way they came in, then started around the right of the plateau and headed east.

There was a well worked path in the scrubby brush, and as they walked Torvil pointed out tracks of certain animals that the Dragon's hunted. Deer, and Elk, and Antelope that lived in the area, as well as large packs of wolves and some boar.

He kept an eye out for the later, not wanting to get jumped by a pack of Dire Wolves or a Dire Boar, as they would be unpleasant to face.

Torvil chuckled, "Not very good, I mean, it's still a bit early for most of them to be out and about. Though, we shouldn't get flaky, since there might be an early riser out there, but I wouldn't worry, they tend to leave us alone... Usually... If we run into a sick one we'll have to fight it off, but don't worry,"

Torvil however, was watching a lot more often now since they were entering the territory of one of the wolf packs he'd hunted before, and they still had a good five miles before they were... 'safe'.

"They... They were... Are... Good people," Torvil said, as they walked. A note of sadness had taken a hold of his voice as he spoke. "You'd like them, I think," He chuckled, albeit weakly.

He didn't want to come out and say what should be said, because that would make it all the more real, shaking his head slowly, he looked around and just kept walking.

"My mother cared a lot about her kids, and she took care of them... usually.... My dad and I had a few moments of... well let's just say we didn't get along until I left..."

Torvil nodded and wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close to him. "Thanks love," He murmured closing his eyes. He walked in silence for a moment before opening his eyes.

"We need to turn off the trail here..." Torvil said as he lead Morgana onto a detour trail. "Otherwise we'll have to walk for another ten miles up hill then down, this is a shortcut... So we don't have to go through all the defenses..."

It took them another half hour of walking to reach what looked like an opening in a big rocky cliff. Torvil stopped, and dropped the pack, letting Morgana go as he crouched down to pull a torch out of it and lighting it in a brazier near the entrance.

"Whatever you do, don't step on or under any white tile... It's a trap... That will kill you."

With that, he headed in, walking slowly so Morgana could see the tiles he talked about on the roof and floor, showing her the pathway through to the light at the other end of the tunnel.

Torvil knew the path by heart, and easily navigated them through the traps. As they cleared the tunnel, Morgana would be able to see a large amount of what looked like large mounds of stones, each with their own doors. Torvil kept the torch, and taking Morgana's hand, began to ascend a flight of nearby stairs up towards one of the higher mounds on the cliff face above them.

When he reached it, he undid his belt and placed the sword and buckler by the door, then placed the torch in a holder and dug out some incense and a small stone idol.

Picking up the torch again, he entered the mound, and lit the two braziers by the door, then the torches around the alter in the center of the room, then dousing the torch, he placed the incense and idol on the Alter, and then headed back out, turning and looking at Morgana.

"This is... My families' tomb," He turned and looked back into the mound. "My parents are buried here, along with their parent's, and their parent's parent's... My brothers are here as well."

Falling silent he looked at Morgana. "I... am going to introduce you to my parents..." He smiled and offered his hand to her. "Are you ready to meet them?"

Torvil walked to the altar and knelt, Holding Morgana's hand still, he motioned for her to do the same. Reaching out he took a small taper from the alter, and placed it next to the stone idol. Taking a bit of the incense from the jar he placed it atop the idol, then lighting the taper from one of the torches, he brought it to the incense to being it's burning.

"Ancestors," Torvil said in a low booming voice.

"Ancestors, hear me, the son of your son of your son of your son, follower of the Hawk, the exile returned,"

He lifted his free hand, and slammed it upon the burning incense with a loud thud, driving the idol home into the nook it rested on. Smoke billowed from beneath his hand.

"I seek Korvil, my father, and his mate, Mizitimi, my mother, they gave their blood and life so that I may live, they gave their blood and life so that I may die. Oh Spirits, I beseech, come to me. By the Ivory Dragon I call to you, commune with us so that we may talk once more!"

Torvil kept his hand atop the smoldering idol, the smoke giving off the acrid smell of burning flesh and incense, and there was silence...

Then the idol flashed a bright blinding white.

When the flash finished, before the two stood two flimsy forms of a man in woolen clothing, and a woman in a linen dress, the man was bulky and strong, his face sharp and his eyes shaper. The woman was soft and radiated an aura of care and concern.

"Mother, Father, I have come home, and I have brought some one I want you to meet." Torvil looked to Morgana and smiled. "This is Morgana... Morgana... This is my father and mother, Korvil and Mizitimi Rakamash,"

"She's... Cute..." Korvil said in a gruff voice that told of much shouting in his younger years. He crossed his arms in front of his chest as he looked at Morgana.

"Korvil, you were always a brute, and it's only gotten worse since you died," Mizitimi said as she walloped her husband, she smiled at Morgana and bowed her head, "It's a pleasure to meet you Morgana, I am sorry that I did not get to meet you while I was alive, I'm sure we would have gotten along wonderfully... But fate has a way of making choices of it's own." She looked at Korvil and smiled. "We don't have much time Korvil, do you have anything NICE to say to Morgana before we have to go?"

Korvil grunted, before he bowed his head to Morgana. "I think you'll do good by my son, I may not have been the best father for him, but you'll give him plenty of strong children I'm sure, even if you are a bit pale..."

"Korvil! Be nice!" Mizitimi walloped him again, and they started to fade.

"We have to go now, know that we love you Torvil, and good luck to you and Morgana, in wherever you go and whatever you do." Mizitimi smiled, and waved, as both the spirits faded from view.

Torvil let out a shuddering sigh, removed his hand from the now dim idol, and roughly laid his head down on the altar, breathing slow shallow breaths, his arms shaking and his face was pale.