Larksong Grotto who is your savior, and who is he saving you from?

Still smiling from his daughters excitement and affection, Hiram shook his head and sighed as his daughter expressed her misguided misgivings. "You've got such a good heart Indy," he said, marveling over how truly kind she was -- how selfless her thoughts were. He hoped she'd hold on to this spark as she aged instead of succumbing the cold, numbing grip of cynicism. "You have the Lord's warmth in you." It was clear to him that his daughter had been touched by the spirit of Raas. She was special.

He looked back down to the shed antler. "I admire your convictions, but the moose who dropped this antler won't have much use for it anymore." Her father shrugged. "I think he'd want you to have it." After all, finders keepers right?