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Again, Osprey's intuition was correct. Strange tales regarding Duskfire would have only stoked the flame regard Larus, Jokull, and Tuwawi's disappearance. He often tried not to think about the tragic end of his family - perhaps more as of a coping mechanism than anything else. He gave a nervous laugh when the silver woman expressed wonder at his unfortunate life. "Y-yeah..." he agreed, eyes drifting to a stuck up root - but his attention returned when Osprey began to weave the rich image of her homeland.

It sounded like nothing Valtýr had ever witnessed and a million times more pleasing than the places he had lived. Warm meadows... the sea... Bronze eyes went wide as his mouth began to move wordlessly, so wanting to ask of this place... but he went silent when she, once again, returned to the subject of his past. Valtýr's expression became dark, eyes lidded wearily. He nodded, affirming her question. "Three," he said. "Jökull, Maera... and Lárus. He's dead." The boy's voice went flat, then - oddly similar to Pura's analog tone.