Stone Circle And you can play this at my funeral

Recognition seemed to flicker like the dance of a flame in the man's eyes, and Soltero's head dipped politely toward the alphess as she turned to depart. So, Mawk did know him. Another figure sidled up to him, nervous warmth in her demeanor - was this Illecebra, the mate of his 'uncle'? The smoky traveller eyed them both, deeming that they appeared at least to be friendly enough, though he could not put his trust in them so quickly; he knew only of them what his mother had told. "Yes. Hello, miss." He greeted her, squinting as he attempted to figure out how to address them correctly.

Then the conversation turned to the topic that Soltero had dreaded to discuss, feeling a deep sorrow and loneliness in his chest, stinging his heart so bitterly. The only one he had been able to trust, lost to the earth. "I'm afraid she has passed. She told me to seek you out, in her last words - at the very least, to greet you and announce the news. That, and to ensure we maintained good relationships. You are, after all, the only family I have left, whether by blood or not."