Carlo
*It had been a long day in Raven Rock. Within one of the town's ancestral tombs, that of House Redoran's members, there had been a few hours of festivities following the funeral of a renowned captain in the Redoran Guard, one Orendal Redoran. By this time, most of those in attendance had already partaken in drinks and food and games, and having paid their respects to the late warrior made their way out. Only a few stragglers remained, among them a lone Dunmer clad in thick chitin, holding the helm at his side and kneeling before an altar. On the altar there sat a sealed urn decorated with ornate patterns and engraved with the name of its occupant- Orendal Redoran- flanked by lit candles. Leaning against it was a small portrait of a distinguished looking Dunmer, with a stoic and experienced look to him.*
Andre
*Tharys continued to rest before the altar on one knee, with his head lowered and a mournful look on his face, his eyes closed shut. Quietly he muttered a few solemn words to the urn.*

"Father, forgive me..."
Eric
A cloaked figure entered the tomb, despite his face being covered his armor easily gave away his identity. Metallic footsteps approaches behind Tharys, "Orendal you old dog. They finally got you, huh." He says, placing a Steel Mace into the pile of ash behind the urn, as well as a bonemold helmet, "Wish I could've been there." He mumbles, "I will find the source of these attacks."
Andre
*Tharys looked around to face the voice, and he smiled a bit. The sorrow wasn't completely gone, but it had been alleviated a bit, and he slowly rose to his feet.*

"It has been quite a long time since I've seen you, Galdres. Perhaps I learned a lot in my travels, but now I grow to regret my long absence. Had I known that day, nearly forty years ago, would have been the last I saw my father, I would not have left."
Eric
"Perhaps you regret it now, but I assure you, your father would not want you to stray from this path. You'll find that you're all the better for it." He says with a smile, "I just regret not exploring more of Tamriel in my youth. At least Solstheim still finds new ways to keep me busy." He straightens up, "And my condolences for your loss."