[Vincent Stefan]

Vincent remained quit for a time....really what was there to say. He had know his mother had killed his father, but why, why had always made no sense. Now it was clear and the half elf found he was turning to the side of the man he had come to hate. When at last Vincent found his voice, it was small, less then what a man certain of his path would sound.

"I....I do not know why I am here. I have been drawn to sites that belonged to the god Jalat for many years, since I was born. Places like this...places of death, Cemeteries, places of rest.......My mother might have thought to remove any trace of my father...but she failed to keep her deeds unknown, They found her...tried her and sentenced her to death for what it was my mother had done...Yet, they found I was also there and so waited until I was born...then carried out the sentence."

Vincent found that his voice felt like it was an echo..a point in time that had once existed but was now no more then that... The half elf, wanted to know more..but in a bit of Irony had no idea as to what to ask. The truth had finally come out...but what was the point....where was he going to go, do , with such knowledge.

His one eye found it's way to the floor of the room and the fine mist that hung there....for some reason it gave the half elf comfort now, as though the very room was rapping him in it's essence. There was more to know, there was more to do.