The Bracken Woods ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Cenric could not deny the possible demise of their parents. They were old and worn down. If the flames didn’t get them, then the smoke probably did. His heart clenched up for a brief moment.

They may not have survived, but there was hope for the younger generation. There had to be more survivors somewhere out there. If the siblings hurried now they may have a chance to find them.

We’ll look for them as soon as our wounds heal. It’d do them no good to go out and search in this state. Can you walk?