Elijah Kervallen sits within his home of Tuvia, his eyes scanning the news of the death of his nephew. A grimace forms upon his lips - reading on, he thinks of his brother's children. Most gone, others unwilling to take the mantle. The Adunian, his visage betraying his true age, folds the letter and puts it away - awaiting the day of the royal court; perhaps it had to be his time.