"May Sharess bless our fallen, they fought for a worthy cause. Though easily preventable, it was not due to some mistakes from the leadership. But it was not too long ago since Raveran's former Judicator was deposed of. It is good though, and a miracle, for this tainted plight to halt before it reaches the Surface. If anything we must keep the demon spawn below the stone, both in Chel'el'sussoloth and all the Underworld." Her eyes flashed dangerously as memories stirred in her from the Nidraa'chal war.
Wae'rah listened patiently to Gaul's story, it was a familiar one. The same template for many other Kyorls, different names, but usually the same place and time. That fated Nidraa'chal war robbed many. A note of surprise crossed her face, three children with one longterm mate? The soft surprise faded and Wae'rah paused a little to let the information soak into the air.
But at the mention of Dutan'vir...Wae'rah instinctively twitched, her eyes widening slightly. Of all the chance and fate of this world, Sharess be blessed. Clearing her throat and adopting a softer tone, Wae'rah spoke in her silvery tones.
"Sharess has surely blessed you Templar Gaul by guiding me to you. I am the head tutor of most of the former Dutan'vir children that were absorbed into our clan. And coincidentally, I acted as ambassador for our clan to the Dutan'vir for nearly 50 years up until Sannindi's death. I know of Morrigan Dutan'vir but I was not aware she was with child."
She looked curiously at the male in front of her. She continued, her tone and expression softening even more, her gaze drifting to the sights above the wall guarding the fortress, keen not to meet Gaul's eyes.
"The children that came were adjusted by our empaths...cleansed from any impurity or terrible memory they may have gathered. They are given a new identity, a new start from the flames that scarred their life." Memories...Wae'rah walking into the Dutan'vir fortress, selecting the children to be saved.... "It would be difficult to find your daughter if she made it here. As for Morrigan...I can not say, many of the noble Dutan'vir blood did not survive to defend their fortress. Many perished on the field of battle, others were enslaved, many have faded to the shadows of Chel'el'sussoloth."
Pausing for breath, Wae'rah continued to avoid his eyes, they were too familiar. She had stared at a pair much like them in the mirror sixteen years before. Est'ok. A haunting image.
"Perhaps Sharess has saved her if her pride carried her away from us. She may be with the Sarghress, there are rumors that the Sarghress have taken to scooping up our tainted and corrupted as well as fallen Dutan'vir."