<strong>“Me, I’m nothing more than an orphaned farm boy, why would they want to kill me?”</strong>As he is saying that he makes his way over to his uncle trunk and opens it up.  Pulling the contents out he gets to the bottom and pushing on a secret lever the false bottom opens up and he pulls out his uncles old set of leather armor.<strong>“Well, if you are right, then I suppose he won’t need this anymore and it almost fits me.”</strong><br/><br/>As she relates the story he dons the armor like he has done this before, but misses a couple of straps and it fits him loosely.  He is almost a man and about the same build as his uncle, but still has some growing to do.  He finishes getting the gear on and straps the sword and scabbard to the belt.<strong>“I don’t understand what you are saying, are we related?”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Wait, one more thing before we go.”</strong>Scrambling upstairs he grabs a pendent hidden in a false pocket in the wall. Jira scowls at him as he climbs up the stairs, but he cannot leave it behind.  He comes down and puts the medallion around his neck and tucks it in.  It is an image of a lion pouncing on a dragon.<br/><br/><strong>“I have no idea precisely what this symbolizes, but it was my fathers before me and his fathers before him, my uncle gave it to me after my parents died and I came here to live.  Now, I still don’t understand what you are talking or what is going on here, but I agree we can talk later, who goes first, me or you.”</strong>As he says the words he thinks to himself, what kind of man are you Kinngar, it always ladies first.<strong>“Right, I will stay and protect your retreat, now go.”</strong><br/><br/>(http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/9362/crestva0.jpg)<br/>