Ancalagon nods and enters, looking around, noting that very little was changed,, as he sat at the table, unless there was only two chairs, in which case he stood, saying, "Yes, it has been nearly 19. And the road between then and now has been long, and I see you remember my promise to return."<br/><br/>Looking at Darla, he sighs and runs a hand along the crest on his head, taking a moment to run through his thoughts, for she deserved an honest answer. "As for why I never came before, is because the only thing that I could have given you was... my name. I had no home, and I wanted to do something with my life, other than be a wandering blight, and I have finally found a place to start. Now that I finally have a home, and can defend it against anything short of an army, I decided it was time to call in all of the promises I made, when I was younger. It was not because I did not think any of my possible children were... unworthy, it was because they already had more than I could provide at that particular moment."