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It wasn't until he said the word Ostrega that Viggo truly understood. “Mordecai?!” he gaped, now suddenly aware of whom he was speaking to. From birth to adulthood, the two had grown up together. They had spent the next three years apart, but their year together in Sedona suddenly came rushing back to Viggo. Mordecai was his grandfather's brother, if he remembered correctly, one of the many sons of Leviathan and Chena. And while Viggo could not pinpoint what relation they had to one another, they were most certainly relatives, and they had more or less grown up as siblings.

Without further adieu, Viggo leapt forward and brushed his shoulder against his childhood friend, wagging his tail and prancing about him to get a better look. “Well, look at us now!” What a surprise reunion this was! It wasn't until Viggo took a step back that he noticed Ptarmigan, and he barked in her direction. “Ptarmigan, my dear, this is none other than Mordecai Ostrega. We grew up with one another.” He wondered if she had even made the connection... or if she had known Mordecai's name at all. In any case, Viggo had no doubt that he could convince his long-lost relative to support the Endore queen. That is, if his loyalty was currently in question.