“<em>His armor</em>,” Kinngar thought as Jira mentioned it to Telgryn, it was then that he recognized the significance of the medallion he now wore around his neck.  That was the royal seal denoting the King.  There was a lot more to this Telgryn than met the eye, and who was the he that she was referring too.<br/><br/>Telgryn handed him the sword and he took it in his hands feeling the weight, but also the perfect balance.  It was no common village blacksmith that forged this sword, it was made for a warrior by an artist hands.  He played with it for a moment relishing in its feel and beauty.<br/><br/>He followed them outside to the clearing and stopped before taking his place,<strong>“Before we begin I have a question for you,”</strong>the look of puzzlement mixed with inquisitiveness filled his face as he stonily gazed at Telgryn.<strong>“Waiting for me, you mean that is my armor?  Who did it belong to before and what happened that he is no longer the owner of it?”</strong><br/><br/>Kingarr’s word cut through the air like a snake slithering through the forest floor.  Not knowing the significance of what he had just asked, nor the ignorance of his question.  He had no idea of his history, but there was more to this story than a family feud he could tell.  He cursed his uncle for not telling him any of this before; he would have studied these things instead of that useless science and languages.  What us would those be to him, no he needed to know more about his past and what really happened if he was to be expected to correct the evil that sent it awry.<br/>